Pheromone Stealing Guide

Tan Qingye's fingertips were stuck in place, and he snorted lightly: "Did you not wake up or did you lose your mind when you fell in love? Did you forget? The Tan family grabbed me by the neck and threw me into Qingyang of."

Of course Ding Zhichao remembered that what Tan Qingye was talking about was the little turmoil more than a month ago.

An article suddenly appeared on the boards of the calm social news, claiming that the Qin family treated their only son harshly.

And this only son is none other than the young man who has disappeared from public view for a long time—the previous heir of the Tan family, Tan Qingye.

It was the time when the Qin family acquired FT Company, and this incident, which could have been dismissed as a whole, attracted great attention in a short period of time.

The Qin family didn't have time to suppress the news, and within a few hours of the incident, the share price of the Qin family had fallen beyond expectations.

The Qin family immediately decided to transfer Tan Qingye's student status to a first-class school.Looking at the colleges and universities at that time, only Qingyang's conditions can offset the negative influence of public opinion to the greatest extent.

But the Tan family was very hesitant. After all, putting Tan Qingye's handle in the hands of the Luo family was really not a safe deal.

But that afternoon, the Luo family suddenly announced that Tan Qingye had already planned to transfer to Qingyang High School.

Although the Luo family came forward to relieve the urgent need of the Tan family, it was also forcing them to follow the trend and send Tan Qingye to Qingyang.

In this way, Tan Qingye transferred directly from Fucheng No. [-] Middle School to Qingyang.

Ding Zhichao's tone became more and more serious: "Tan Qingye, if you really think that you are a waste, why bother to plot the Qin family to send you here?

If it wasn't for me to cover up for you, do you really think that your tricks can hide them from them?So, how long are you going to hide your head and show your tail? "

Tan Qingye's hand that fell on the metal handle completely slipped off.

His heart froze, and the shudder spread along the chill in his bones, bringing him back to the same cold moment two years ago.

It was Tan Qingye's first day back at school after his separation, and he received his last exam paper.

Sure enough, he was still the first in the school year.

That was probably the first thing that made him happy after his split.

After that get out of class was over, he came back from the toilet and found that his seat had been moved from the third row to the farthest corner.

When he asked the reason, he only got a reason for the normal exchange.

Tan Qingye didn't bother him too much, he just comforted himself that he could learn anywhere.

But that afternoon, he slept all afternoon.Rather than sleeping, it is better to say that he passed out.

No classmate asked him a question, and no teacher was willing to open his mouth to call him.

Looking at his empty books, Tan Qingye shook his head helplessly.

He just wanted to ask for some medicine when he went home, even if it was just prescribed medicine, as long as it could keep him awake during the day.

But that night, he didn't wait for the driver who brought him in the morning, and he couldn't get anyone on the phone.

That night, an uncharacteristically thick mist rose up, which also moistened the corners of his eyes.By the time he walked home along the memory, it was already past 10:[-] in the evening.

Tan Qingye didn't see anyone. He had just unloaded his schoolbag and was about to take the time to look at the parts he hadn't heard during the day, but all the light sources were cut off instantly.

He went outside to call for someone, but got no response.

He originally thought that day was just an accident, but in the following week, he found that his room would be cut off before 10:[-].

Tan Qingye seemed to understand something, but the more he was like this, the more he refused to admit defeat.

Even though he missed a lot of content due to physical reasons, he seized all the time he could use and did not miss his homework.

Every time he answered the standard answer, his accuracy rate remained at the same level as before.

But after the results of the midterm exam that time, on the public score list, his ranking directly slipped to the bottom 50 of the grade.

Shocked, he settled down to check his answers, only to find that his answer sheet had already been changed beyond recognition.

He angrily took the paper and walked to the teacher, but swallowed everything before questioning him.

In the after-school classroom, the crowd had long since dissipated, only the dry and hard bench still persistently handed him the coldness.

Tan Qingye sat in the same place, his heart seemed to be squeezed inch by inch, and he had to bear unbearable pain every time he exhaled.

He thought of everyone's contemptuous eyes at the end of the quarantine period, the hands that pushed him to the bedside and forced the injection, and the taunts and warnings from his biological mother.

The thorn that grew from the bottom of the heart pierced through it instantly, wrapping the dripping blood on the heart.

Tan Qingye really wanted to cry, but his bloodshot eyes were too dry to shed any tears.

The relatives he relied on the most were also the ones who were most determined to obliterate the meaning of his existence.

Tan Qingye suddenly understood that for more than ten years, he had been treated as a convenient tool.Now that this tool is scrapped, it must be completely scrapped, and there is no possibility of it being repaired.

Only in this way can the new tool shine brightly and play the same role as before.

The light rain outside the window knocked on the window, and it was difficult to make a single audible sound.

Just like him now, powerless and speechless.

Looking at this set of test papers, which he was close to getting full marks, Tan Qingye felt a tingle in his throat, and tasted blood.

He caressed every inch of ink printed on the paper with his fingertips that were so cold and stiff, and laughed loudly.

That laugh squeezed out of his chest, and every sound was full of blood.

"hiss--"

The clear sound of paper tearing spread from the corner of the classroom, and then turned around in the open space.

The sound of the shattering paper was clearly audible, but no one heard the sound of his heart shattering.

Tan Qingye tossed the fragments of the paper into the air, and large pieces of paper fell down one after another. Together with his expectations, they were shattered into the setting sun.

The shadow of the drizzle pierced the floor and every inch of his body.

In the quiet despair, Tan Qingye suddenly heard footsteps.

Tan Qingye thought about it, and with the last thought in his mind, he turned his head suddenly, but it was a stranger who met his eyes.

"Are you going home? I'm waiting for a shift change. How long are you going to stay?"

The last expectation was completely wiped out, and that was the first time Tan Qingye knew that he was being monitored every moment.

He laughed louder than before, drowning out all his senses.

The person in charge of following him scolded someone crazy and disappeared again.

Tan Qingye was chased away by the guard.

He was forced to leave the room where there was no wind and rain, and faced the oncoming downpour alone.

Before taking that step, he actually found a pure black umbrella in the public umbrella stand.

On one corner of the umbrella, a white Luo character was printed, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

Tan Qingye slowly raised his hand, put the umbrella in his arms, and refused to let go for a long time.

On rainy nights, an umbrella propped up a small space for movement, which made him feel less embarrassed.

Two lines of warm tears slipped from the side of the umbrella handle, cruelly hidden in the wind and rain.

He gripped the umbrella stand tightly, as if pinching the last leaning.

His voice dispersed in the humid cold air, forming a layer of light mist.

Only heavy rain heard his thoughts through the handwriting on the corner of the umbrella.

"Luo Xiyan, I really, really miss you."