Professor Leng Yan's pheromone is sultry

Shen Song: "Professor Yun, you want to take over from me."

Yun Lin: "That's a coincidence."

The two of them were confronting silently with their eyes, and Song Yushou led Liu Chen forward.

"It's really a coincidence that we were able to compete on the same stage by accident." Song Yushou said while tapping the No. [-] number cloth on his chest.

"What a coincidence, I'm number three too. Eh? Chen Song, you're number four!"

Liu Chen followed all the time, looking like a loyal dog, and when he saw Song Yushou walking towards Shen Song in a straight line, he immediately became alert.

"Yu Shou, don't..."

The two were already getting close, but Song Yushou was held back by Liu Chen, and he looked over with a confused face. Seeing the frown, he probably knew what was going on.

Song Yushou: "Liu Chen, you should exercise restraint outside."

Liu Chen is handsome and has a good appearance, but Song Yushou is all over his head, and there is no other room for thinking.

If Shen Song and Yun Lin are a combination of a cunning little husband and a cool beauty, then Liu Chen and Song Yushou are a combination of an idiot husband and a sweetheart. When compared together, the contrast is very obvious.

Liu Chen hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand, "Stop talking to Shen Song."

Song Yushou replied helplessly: "Okay, okay, I only talk to Professor Yun, is that okay?"

Liu Chen just gave up.

Yun Lin had never seen these two people interact before, but it was quite a surprise to see them today.

And, keenly captured some overtones.

He looked at Shen Song, took advantage of the noise in the playground, and lowered his voice to ask, "Did you have anything with Song Yushou before?"

Shen Song said seriously, "No, I swear to God, I didn't."

Yun Lin narrowed his eyes, and immediately hit another important point: "Then he has it?"

"..."

Shen Song hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Yun Lin understood at once, why he saw himself so close to look at his appearance just now, and dared to compare it.

Before, I always thought that Shen Song was very good, and it was reasonable to have someone chasing someone with a secret love, but this possibility was really revealed in front of my eyes, but Yun Lin, who was always cold and calm, was a little surprised.

Song Yushou greeted them with a smile, rolled his eyes around Shen Song and Yun Lin, and said with a smile, "I suddenly thought of a very interesting way to play."

Before Shen Song could speak, Yun Lin asked first: "What?"

Song Yushou laughed wildly, and turned around Shen Song, "Look at the confrontation, it looks very sharp, and the confrontation between the two sides is very barbaric. Otherwise, let's change the game, Shen Song and Liu Chen exchange Isn't it very interesting to take a look at the position?"

That means that Song Yushou, who is the third bat, will hand over the baton to Shen Song, who is the fourth bat.

It sounds interesting to break the rules, but if Song Yushou is handed over to Shen Song...

Liu Chen was the first to refuse: "No!"

"Our Yushou can only hand over the baton to me."

As he said that, he stepped forward and hugged her, forgetting that it was his wife who suggested it.

Yun Lin's face was also a little tense, but he didn't speak.

Seeing this scene, Xu Ling really wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

After a pause, he looked at the large electronic clock on the rostrum.

"Ahem... Let me tell you guys, the race is about to start, and the first and second poles are already waiting on the track, so why don't we just go over and take our seats?"

Once reminded, the expressions of the few people who were joking just now became more serious.

Song Yushou pulled up his sportswear, pushed Liu Chen away, and smiled politely at Yunlin, "I'll have to perform well for a while, I won't lose to Professor Yun."

Yun Lin nodded politely, "Of course, I won't be perfunctory."

These two people are obviously polite and polite, but somehow there is a feeling of rivalry with each other.

For the first time, Yun Lin felt how necessary it is to win a victory.

The whistle blows and the referee points the starting gun to the sky.

All was silent, and all eyes were on the referee's finger on the trigger.

With the sound of "snap", the airflow rushed to the sky as if hitting the shore, and the first leg of the four-by-one-hundred relay rushed out of the starting line and ran quickly on the track.

There were overwhelming shouts from the spectator phalanx, and the two voices of "Come on, Beijing University" and "Come on, City University" resounded through the sky alternately, and the athletes' march played on the loudspeaker also reached a high pitched part, the melody was like a triumphant song, high-spirited and upward , urging people to burst out with ruthless and endless power.

I couldn't hear what was said on the radio, I only knew that the voice honed by the electric current was very excited, and it seemed to be encouraging.

In a blink of an eye, the first baton and the second baton have passed the baton.

Both were students in the second round, and both of them gritted their teeth and charged forward, and it was impossible to see the outcome for a while.

Yun Lin was ready to take over, his eyes were locked on the target, and his brows frowned unconsciously.

Song Yushou was not so serious, he stretched his neck and jumped to move his muscles and bones.

But he said to Yun Lin: "Professor Yun, don't be so serious. I was just joking just now. I have poor motor nerves. I participated in the Youth Games in the first city with Shen Song before, and I only ran for the first place." Just two."

"Really?" Yun Lin had a good look, and asked casually, "Then who is number one?"

Song Yushou burst out laughing, "Then who else is it? It's Shen Song."

Yun Lin frowned unconsciously, "Have you two participated in competitions together before?"

"Well," Song Yushou shrugged indifferently, "We have done a lot of things together, and we even went camping together for the night."

"What?" Yun Lin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and unconsciously stood up straight.

At this moment, the second baton reached the relay point.

The students from Peking University handed over the baton in their hands, and Yun Lin still looked at Song Yushou.

Song Yushou stuck out his tongue, took the baton from the students in his school, turned and ran.

While running, he shouted: "Long live competitive sportsmanship!"

Yun Lin's reaction was half a beat slow, and it was only when he saw Song Yushou's back that he remembered that it was time to relay.

He quickly took the second baton handed in, gritted his teeth and chased after him.

It can be said that Song Yushou's motor nerves are indeed not as outstanding as his fine physique, and he is obviously unable to do what he wants when he runs, and his speed slows down.But still a lot ahead of Yun Lin.

Yun Lin gritted his teeth and tried desperately to catch up, and even felt that he had put in more effort than studying scientific research projects, but because he fell behind at the start, he was still one position behind in the end.

Due to the lack of physical activity, Yun Lin's first feeling at this moment was that his throat was burning.

But he can't stop, stopping means losing.

My own trance has already caused Beijing University to fall behind in the four-by-one-hundred relay, and now I can't retreat, so I can only grit my teeth and rush forward.

Seeing that big hand getting closer and closer, Yun Lin felt that the sparks in his breath were about to ignite his lungs, and the scalding heat was scorching his throat. It was obviously a mortal body, but it seemed that someone gave birth in his throat. A fire seemed to burn through his internal organs.

However, even if this is the case, you still can't give up, and you have to do your best if you "burn through".

At the moment when the third baton and the fourth baton were passed, Yun Lin evened the gap.

With the exclamation of the audience, the two teams handed over the sticks almost at the same time.

The red and white baton fell into the palm of the fourth baton, Yun Lin breathed a sigh of relief, the huge rock in his heart finally fell to the ground with a bang.

He doesn't exercise much on weekdays, and his muscles are thinner. At this moment, he is exercising suddenly, and his cardiopulmonary function cannot support the huge consumption.

Just now, he was gritting his teeth and persisting. Everyone could see that he was very uncomfortable and worried for him, but they saw that he was stubborn and did not give up.

——Obviously all you need to do is perfunctoryly follow along, and no one will say anything, but it can be seen that Yun Lin doesn't want to lose.

Or rather, he wants to win.

Looking at the back of Shen Song who was flying out, that figure gradually blurred, breaking into a river of stars in his eyes.

Yun Lin finally let out a heavy breath, took two steps forward, maintained his running posture, and fell out.

All the students above the stands stood up, exclaiming one after another.

Shen Song's heart suddenly throbbed, he looked back and saw Yun Lin fell to the ground.

— seems to have fallen hard.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide open.

Because of this hesitation, Liu Chen has already rushed past Shen Song's side.

As if anticipating Shen Song's hesitation, Yun Lin endured the severe pain and raised his head with difficulty, and waved at him, his clear voice had already started to hoarse: "Run! Keep running!"

Even if she fell to the ground, those phoenix eyes were still bright and firm.

All the people in the stands stood upright with red eyes, and sang the school song of Peking University together.

The bursts of melody even overwhelmed all the hustle and bustle, surrounded from all directions.

Sing the line "It is honor and strength, persistence and dream".

Chen Song gritted his teeth, turned around and continued to run on the track, his shoulders looked like he was carrying a greater propulsion force, and his feet were even more forceful.

His brother's eyes told him that he couldn't lose.

So even if you die, you can't lose.

On both sides of the track were cheering students, and everyone shouted for cheer.

Shen Song's goal is to focus on the termination line, not Liu Chen who is wearing the number four bib in front of him.

But Liu Chen is an alpha, with good physical strength, and the distance to the finish line is getting closer and closer.

Everyone's hearts are in their throats...

Surrounded by the crowd, Yun Lin watched Liu Chen get closer and closer to the finish line with misty eyes, panting, and finally closed his eyes heavily.

Maybe... there is no hope.

With a whistle, there was a tidal wave of screams from the stands.

Peking University students shouted: "Long live Peking University!" "I love Peking University!" "The spirit of Peking University's competitive sports shines!"

Amidst the cheers, Yun Lin slowly opened his eyes, and saw a tall, sweaty figure walking towards him.

But he was sitting on the ground, still dizzy, being supported by the people on the side, and he could only catch a pair of slender legs and pure white sneakers of the person approaching in front of his swaying eyes.

The pair of long legs stood in front of him, Yun Lin's eyes were already confused, full of water mist after hypoxia, unable to see things clearly, so he simply closed them.

Responding to the worried voices of the students and teachers around him, Shen Song parted from the crowd and squatted in front of Yun Lin.

There was already a dark spot at the knees of the red sweatpants.

Shen Song frowned, and said in a low voice: "Professor Yun, please bear with me."

As he spoke, he pinched the hem of his trousers, pulled them hard with both hands, and with a hiss, the trousers were torn apart from the ankle to the knee.

As everyone whispered, the shocking scars on the knee were revealed, and the wound was still bleeding, drawing shocking marks on the snow-white skin.

Yun Lin curled up his back, as if the wound had been touched just now, making him more painful.

"Sorry, my hands are heavy." Shen Song frowned, and gently held the cloth around the wound for him.

Yun Lin slowly opened his eyes, gathered the focus, and found that it was Shen Song, and the first question was: "Did you win?"

Shen Song frowned and smiled: "I won, number one."

"That's good." Yun Lin heaved a sigh of relief, and he fell limply to one side like a deflated balloon.

Shen Song's eyesight was quick and his hands hugged him quickly to prevent him from being hurt more.

"Let's go, let's go," Song Yushou also separated from the crowd and squeezed in. When he saw Yun Lin's appearance, a worried expression appeared on his face, "Let me take a look."

As he said that, he squatted down, trying to do a simple bandage for this hideous wound.

Shen Song glanced at Song Yushou, opened the hand he extended, then turned his eyes coldly, mercilessly looked away, hugged Yun Lin and walked towards the exit of the playground.

"I'll take him to the infirmary."

In the last squinting glance, it seemed that "Get out" was written brightly.

Song Yushou's hands were hanging there, and for the first time he felt that he had gone too far in joking just now, but how did Shen Song know?

In order to win, it is understandable to resort to a little trick. I thought it was done secretly, but I didn't expect... Yun Lin worked so hard...

The crowd dispersed slowly, Liu Chen walked up behind Song Yushou, followed Song Yushou's gaze, and saw Shen Song leaving with Yun Lin in his arms. The professor just now may not be physically fit, it’s not your fault.”

Song Yushou shook his head, "The professor is amazing."

His gaze shifted from the figures of the two people who left to the badge of Peking University on the rostrum, and his tone couldn't help being a bit serious: "This is probably the spirit of Peking University."

"I respect them."

Shen Song hugged Yun Lin and walked quickly towards the infirmary, accompanied by two teachers.

Yun Lin was dimly conscious, leaning dizzily on Shen Song's shoulder, he saw the nervous teacher greeting back and forth.

He said in a low voice: "Let me down... I can go by myself..."

He wanted to appear to be very good, but saying this sentence revealed that his aura was very weak, which was obviously very bad.

Teacher Zhou who followed hurriedly said, "Don't get down, your knees are still bleeding."

Teacher Chen also hastily added: "That's right, Professor Yun, don't try to be brave, you were already very exciting just now, so An Ansheng will not move."

As he said that, Teacher Chen looked at Shen Song: "Thank you for your hard work, young man, eh? By the way, you are the assistant of Professor Yun's scientific research project, right? Oh, I remember you, you are the No. project team."

Shen Song was not in the mood to talk nonsense with others, he was only worried about Yun Lin, his brows were deeply frowned, he just let out a "hmm", and kept running up to the second floor of the infirmary.

Everyone was shrouded in anxiety, and no one noticed the worry and heartache in his eyes.

This level has far exceeded the level of concern that ordinary professors and assistants should have.

The greetings of the two teachers made Yun Lin enter the single room of the school infirmary.

Shen Song put Yun Lin on the hospital bed, and according to the school doctor's instructions, wiped Yun Lin's cheeks and neck with a warm towel. The other two teachers offered to help, but Shen Song refused.

Yun Lin's fragile glands are located at the back of the neck, and it is impossible for anyone to find out.

"Teachers, I don't have any competitions anymore, so let me take care of Professor Yun." Sitting by the bed, Shen Song didn't mean to give up his position at all, "And we have to talk about some research projects of the project team. It just so happens that the place is clean. .”

The eviction order was very tactful, and the two teachers also knew that the project team had confidentiality regulations, so they stopped insisting, and left after a few words with the school doctor.

The room was quiet again, except for the rustling sound of the school doctor fiddle with gauze and medicine while cleaning the wound.

Yun Lin on the hospital bed frowned, his face was very pale, his whole body was almost as thin as the cold white sheets.

The wound on his knee was a bit deep, and the school doctor was a teacher from the Second Affiliated Hospital of Beijing University who came over to be on duty, and said at that time that he needed stitches.

The school doctor pushed a shadowless lamp over, and the mask covered his face.

"It needs two to three stitches, can Professor Yun bear it?"

Yun Lin raised his head from the bed, looked at the doctor, and immediately understood the meaning of the words: "Did you stop taking the anesthetic?"

The school doctor touched the wound that had been rinsed with hydrogen peroxide with his gloved hand, "Yes, with your wound condition, there are so many stitches and anesthesia, but if Professor Yun is really afraid of pain, you can get two more needles. Acupuncture is also available.”

Shen Song frowned deeply, "Is there no way not to hurt?"

The school doctor looked at Shen Song and shook his head, "It's gone, but the wound has to be stitched up. I have the conditions for stitches here. If I rush to the Second Affiliated Hospital of Beijing University again, it will be too troublesome. Firstly, it will be the same procedure. Secondly, I am afraid." Professor Yun's wound is infected."

Shen Song: "Then if you apply anesthetics on it, wouldn't it be better?"

The school doctor was silent. What he said was probably technically difficult.

Yun Lin waved his hands, and still said weakly: "It's okay, I won't give you anesthesia, just suture."

Shen Song's heart ached, he walked to the bedside, grabbed Yun Lin's hand, and squeezed it hard, as if silently giving strength to his lover.

Yun Lin's hand has a fire-like temperature, and he doesn't seem to be so afraid of the pain of metal piercing his flesh.

"Come on," he said slowly but firmly.

The school doctor has prepared the fishhook needle, put on the thread, and sat under the shadowless lamp, "Professor Yun bear with it, just two or three needles."

Yun Lin nodded and closed his eyes.

The suturing process was still shocking. The wound that was already on the mend of healing was pierced through the skin and more blood came out.

Yun Lin lay there peacefully, but Shen Song was not calm anymore, he squeezed Yun Lin's hand, tears rolled in his eyes.

He has never cried easily, even when facing enormous difficulties, the excruciating pain of being pumped of pheromone by the machine did not make him shed a single tear.

But today, Shen Song felt so uncomfortable, as if the stitches were not stitched on Yun Lin's knee, but stuck in his heart.

When the stitching was completed, gauze was bandaged, and Yun Lin opened his long eyelashes that were soaked in mist, the first thing he saw at first sight was Shen Song raising his arms to cover his face, his shoulders twitching silently.

Yun Lin shook Shen Song's hand, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Song paused for a long time before putting down his arms, his eyes were red, "I'm fine, don't worry about me, how do you feel?"

Yun Lin smiled, looking a little weak, "I'm fine, the doctor's technique is good, I don't feel much pain."

Shen Song pursed his lips, even though he didn't speak, his face was filled with the heavy "but I feel pain".

At this time, the school doctor had come back with the medicine list, he greeted Shen Song and said: "Little classmate, you can go buy some anti-inflammatory medicines for Professor Yun in the Second Affiliated Hospital of Peking University later, as well as medicines to help the wound heal... Oh, by the way, remember, the wound should not touch water, come back in 2 days to change the dressing and check the situation.”

The hands of the two people separated immediately, and the school doctor simply didn't look at them, but concentrated on looking at the doctor's order.

"Don't eat spicy food, raw or cold hair will not work, but you still have to eat some nutritious high-protein food, so that you can recover quickly."

Yun Lin lay there with the corners of his mouth curled up, trying to liven up the depressed atmosphere: "Thank you doctor, but it sounds like confinement."

The school doctor laughed out loud, "Yes, yes, my statement is indeed a bit off the mark. It's all right, taboo, don't touch the water, and change the medicine after 2 days. It's not a big problem."

Shen Song hurriedly asked: "How long does it take to remove the stitches?"

School doctor: "One week under normal circumstances, but the wound on the knee is special, and frequent activities have a certain impact on the healing. The medicine is changed every two days. When the time comes to see the healing situation and decide when to remove the stitches, it is conservatively estimated that it will take 2 days."

After finishing speaking, the school doctor looked up at the clock, "Okay, I'll go and see the kid next door who was stabbed by a javelin." He couldn't help complaining, "I'm the busiest at the sports meeting every year, so I don't know how to match me with a child." helper."

The school doctor went out chattering, and there were only two people left in the room, Shen Song and Yun Lin.

As soon as the outsider left, Shen Song immediately lay down beside the bed, looking at Yun Lin with red eyes like a big dog, "Brother, do you hurt?"

Yun Lin shook his head, a little weak, "It doesn't hurt."

His eyes slid down and fell on the corner of Shen Song's eyes: "Are you crying?"

Shen Song wiped his face guiltily, "Where are you crying, no."

Yun Lin's eyes were surprisingly gentle, and he lowered his eyes and said, "It's over now, I have lost the ability to take care of myself."

Shen Song buried his face in Yun Lin's shoulder, arched like a big dog, "It's okay, you have me, I will take care of you."

The warm touch lingers on the skin, making people feel warm in their hearts.

The corner of Yun Lin's mouth curled up involuntarily: "Will you take care of me like this when I get old?"

Subconsciously, he still feels that he is 6 years older than Shen Song, and he always ages faster.

But he forgot that he was only 25 years old, handsome and handsome, much younger than a college student in his early twenties.

Shen Song: "Even if you are in a wheelchair, I will accompany you like this. Then we will have a wheelchair speed skating competition."

Yun Lin couldn't help laughing, raised his wrist and slapped Shen Song's head, "Are you stupid, who wants to speed skate with your wheelchair."

Shen Song burrowed into Yun Lin's neck again.

"I mean—I'm going to eat you for the rest of my life."