Little crying bag always wants to tag me

Alphas whose pheromone level is above S level have a chance to awaken some special abilities.

The direction and strength of ability vary from person to person, and there is no good classification at present.

Before seeing Bai Zexiao's operation today, Yi Que only thought that these were just nonsense, but seeing Bai Zexiao's expression after talking about the call just now, Yi Que believed it a little bit.

"So, you really have a little bit," Yique made a gesture: "You have special abilities, right?"

"It seems to be there, but it's very vague," Bai Zexiao said vaguely: "I can only subconsciously feel that I should stay away from you, or I can just vaguely hear you seem to be talking."

"Damn it, so it's true that alphas above S rank online have special abilities," Yi Que said with a shocked expression, "Oh my god, I'm blown away."

"Don't be so surprised, some alphas do have special abilities," Bai Zexiao said calmly, "It's true."

Yi Que was taken aback, and immediately understood the meaning behind Bai Zexiao's words: "So, have you seen other S-level alphas use their abilities?"

Bai Zexiao frowned calmly, and nodded after a long while: "Yes."

Yique asked curiously, "What ability?"

"I can probably feel other people's killing intent or something, but I don't know the specifics." Bai Zexiao obviously didn't want to mention it, and walked forward.

Yi Que hurriedly followed Bai Zexiao regardless of the dirty water in his trousers.

I began to sympathize with Yiling a little bit in my heart.

The higher the level of alpha pheromone, the more domineering. When this kid is completely decomposed, can Yi Ling's body be able to bear it?

Bai Zexiao glanced at him coldly: "What are you thinking?"

"Ahem, I, I didn't mean that," Yi Que hurriedly waved his hands, staring at Bai Zexiao curiously: "People like you should have a strong desire to monopolize Omega, right?"

Bai Zexiao frowned slightly: "What do you want to ask?"

"What, I'm just asking casually. If Yiling reaches the differentiation stage, you..." Yi Que carefully stared at Bai Zexiao's face: "Do you still need inhibitors?"

There is no need for inhibitors, and the only way to get through the q period is to mark it.

Bai Zexiao frowned. He hadn't thought about this question for a long time. After all, the matter of Yiling's gender was still in front of him, and he never had a chance to think about it.

Bai Zexiao blinked, and when he turned his head, Yi Que was staring at his face gossipingly.

"It has nothing to do with you," Bai Zexiao said coldly, "This is between us."

"I didn't say it had something to do with me!" Yique curled up her neck and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it, why don't you care about your compatriots?"

Before Bai Zexiao could speak, the phone rang first.

It was Yi Ling who was calling, Bai Zexiao pressed the connect button, and Yi Ling's voice came from the receiver.

"Where?"

"Just finished physical education class, ready to go back to the classroom."

"Oh," Yiling understood, "I said why didn't I see you in the classroom."

A smile gradually appeared on Bai Zexiao's face: "Are you at the gate of our class?"

"Ang, we got out of school early today, so I came to see you." Yiling cheered: "It turned out that you are not here yet."

"I'll be right there, just wait for me."

Bai Zexiao hung up the phone and saw Yi Que staring at him blankly with his mouth half open.

Bai Zexiao frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing," Yi Que smacked her lips, and couldn't help complaining, "You really have two faces. I'm afraid your brother still doesn't know what you really are like?"

"I know a little bit, but not completely," Bai Zexiao put the phone back into his pocket with a cold face.

Yi Que clicked his tongue for a long time: "Sure enough, love makes people blind. If your brother knew your jackal nature, wouldn't he be so scared that he would run away all night?"

The boy's black eyes turned slightly, and he looked down at Yique, with a smile on his mouth, but there was no warmth.

Yi Que's body froze: "No, I'm just kidding, ha ha."

"Is it funny?"

Yi Que couldn't laugh anymore.

Bai Zexiao tilted his head slightly, and looked at Yi Que with interest: "The deal between me and you is just between the two of us, at least the third person should not know, what do you think?"

"Of course," Yique agreed bravely, "Don't worry, I won't say anything!"

Bai Zexiao nodded with a smile: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

Yi Ling was leaning against the corridor of the first grade teaching building, looking at the ceiling boredly.It was almost New Year's Day recently, and the first year of high school had already started preparing for the New Year's Day party. In the short time since he came here, he had already seen three waves of students passing by in the corridor holding cardboard boxes.

"elder brother."

As soon as Yi Ling turned his head, Bai Zexiao was walking towards him slowly just as he went up the stairs.

"Here?" Yi Ling stood up: "Pack up and go home!"

"it is good."

From the first year of high school, you can see the school's auditorium. There are many people gathered at the door, and they are moving things into the auditorium one by one.

Yi Ling was lying on the corridor watching the fun, when a gust of cold wind blew right in front of him, Yi Ling was so fascinated that he couldn't open his eyes, and when the wind stopped, he let out a long sigh of relief, and stroked his raised forehead hair.

Bai Zexiao was still packing his schoolbag inside, Yiling glanced away from the corner of his eye, and touched his forehead when he got the chance.

Not hot.

But the body is a little sour, and it is estimated that it is still a low-grade fever.

The fever has been on and off for the past few days, and Yiling almost took a box of Bai Zexiao's antipyretic medicine on his back, but it still had no effect.

Could something really be wrong?

Yiling clicked his tongue, otherwise, I'd better find a time when Bai Zexiao is not around to have a look.

"Brother, I'm fine, let's go back."

"En." Yiling turned around and went downstairs with Bai Zexiao.

When the two came downstairs, the things at the entrance of the auditorium had already been moved, and several cadres were still checking the form. Yiling took a few glances, then looked up at Bai Zexiao.

"Each class of senior one and senior two has to prepare a program. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. The squad leader said to be acting in a sitcom, and I've been thinking about the script for the past two days."

"Sit drama," Yi Ling's eyes lit up: "Then you are not a proper male lead?"

Bai Zexiao's face darkened: "I don't want to, I'm not interested."

"Come on, what a waste of such a beautiful face not playing the leading role?"

Bai Zexiao glanced at Yiling faintly: "You want me to be the protagonist?"

Yiling was taken aback, and the teasing words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't get out.

"That's not what it means, it depends on what you like, right?"

"I'd rather know what you think," Bai Zexiao bent down, looking straight into Yiling's eyes, the black pupils imprinted with Yiling's reflection, looking extraordinarily affectionate.

"I can try it if you like."

Yi Ling froze for a moment, and a burst of cold woody fragrance penetrated into his nostrils. It was obviously a cold fragrance, but the moment it entered the body, it was like a fuse, instantly igniting a raging fire.

Yiling felt that his breath was hot.

"Do you like it?" The boy's deep voice was coaxing.

Yiling was a little confused, and nodded almost instinctively: "I like it."

"Okay," Bai Zexiao smiled slightly: "Then I will act."

Bai Zexiao straightened up, reached out and clasped Yiling's fingers together: "But let me tell you first, the role is not determined by me, and I may not be the protagonist. It depends on what the class committee thinks."

It is now deep winter, and a gust of cold wind has penetrated into the collar head-on, making me shivering from the cold.

With his mind back a little, Yiling shook his head, and quietly curled up the hand held by Bai Zexiao.

His palms were hot, and he was afraid that Bai Zexiao would notice.

After returning home for dinner, Bai Zexiao was going to the study to do his homework, Yiling excused himself to go to the bedroom to find clothes for tomorrow, turned around and entered the bedroom, closing the door by the way.

Carefully digging out the medicine box, Yi Ling took out the thermometer and went into the bathroom.

1 minutes later.

Yi Ling took the thermometer out of his clothes and glanced at the screen on it.

Sure enough, 38.5.

Not only did it not get better, but the fever got worse. Yi Ling sighed, and didn't know what was wrong, it was fine before school was over.

Just when Yi Ling was debating whether to go to the hospital, the bedroom door was pushed open.

"elder brother?"

Yi Ling hurriedly stuffed the thermometer into his pocket, and opened the bathroom door pretending to be calm: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I think you don't seem to be energetic. I want to ask if I can warm you a cup of milk."

"No need, no need, hurry up and do your homework, I'll be ready soon." Yi Ling waved his hand.

Bai Zexiao stood at the door without moving, his eyes quietly turned around Yi Ling's body a few times, and finally locked on the pocket of Yi Ling's clothes.

Yiling clutched his pockets guiltily: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Bai Zexiao pursed his lips, thought for a while and said nothing: "Then I'll go out first."

"kindness."

The door of the room was closed again, Yi Ling let out a long sigh of relief, and quickly put the terrible thermometer back into the drawer.

After packing up his things and standing up, the cell phone in Yi Ling's pocket rang.

Yi Ling took it out and saw that it was Yi Jian City.

His expression immediately turned cold, and he stared at the screen in silence for a long time before pressing the connect button.

"What?"

Yi Jiancheng's tone was very bad: "My father's phone call, is this your attitude?"

Yiling has long been used to Yijiancheng's superior attitude, and every time he calls, he must be reprimanded for a while, but Yiling doesn't bother to talk to him: "Speak straight, I still need to read."

Yi Jiancheng was completely dissatisfied, but what Yiling said was a legitimate reason, so he could only snort coldly and slow down his tone a little: "On New Year's Day, I plan to take you and Yi Xiao to the Jinteng Manor Hotel."

"What are you doing there?" Yi Ling frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, and before he could ask, Yi Jiancheng had already given the answer.

"I'm going to have a wedding with your Aunt Zhou, on New Year's Day, in Jinteng."

Yi Ling's head exploded with a buzzing sound, and he didn't listen to what Yi Jiancheng said later. After a long while, Yi Ling gritted his teeth loudly: "Yi Jiancheng, how dare you?"

Yi Jiancheng was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "What did you call me? You bastard, you—"

"That's my mother's favorite place! That's where you got married! Why the hell are you?" Yi Ling said angrily, "Yi Jiancheng, are you disgusting?"

This roar silenced Yi Jiancheng. The father and son were silent for a long time, and Yi Jiancheng said in a deep voice: "New Year's Day, come here."

Yi Ling sneered: "You are dreaming!"

Yi Jiancheng was very calm: "Come here, I will transfer the hotel to you as soon as the wedding is over."

Yiling was stunned.

When Yiling's mother passed away, his grandfather bought a hotel from Yijiancheng at a high price in memory of his daughter, but what he got was coldly rejected by the other party.

Now, five years later.

Yi Jiancheng's voice was obviously tired and old: "If you come, I will give you the hotel without charging a cent."