Pheromone dependence

What is this staring at him for?

There was no emotion in Zhou Mian's eyes.

So, if you accept his things, do you want to return them?

Zhou Mian was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I brought my meal card."

Yu Lan suddenly reached out to touch her pocket, then froze, and looked at Zhou Mian: "...Uh, I don't seem to have any."

This is fucking embarrassing.

Yu Lan licked her lower lip, and said cheekily, "Then why don't Chairman Zhou invite me to eat?"

It seems that just saying that I want to invite him to dinner is just a random...excuse.

Zhou Mian vaguely realized something.

Yu Lan seemed to just want to have dinner with him.

It doesn't matter who invites whom.

It doesn't matter who takes advantage of whom.

Zhou Mian looked at him deeply, and unconsciously clenched the fingers hanging by his side.

Yu Lan rummaged through her pockets again, but couldn't find anything, so she could only helplessly spread her hands: "My meal card is in the classroom, I don't want to go back and get it."

Zhou Mian looked away and said "hmm" in a low voice.

He said in a very soft voice, "You can take advantage of me."

——The referee blew a long whistle, and the 4x100m relay began immediately.

The sharp whistle was pressed into her ears, Yu Lan couldn't hear Zhou Mian's barely audible whisper, and turned her head to look at the starting line.

A gunshot was heard from afar.

The first runner in their class was Xu Jiayan, who ran second in the whole process, and his results were not bad.

Er Bang's speed was a little slower, but at least he was not overtaken. When he was approaching the finish line, he took a few steps forward and hurriedly put the baton into the hands of the person in front of him.

As a result, the three batons were not grasped firmly, and the baton fell directly to the ground!

He bent down to pick it up again in a hurry, and wasted a few seconds. At such a critical moment, he was immediately overtaken by two or three classes behind.

Yu Lan said "No".

Most of the sports meetings are to catch ducks to the shelves. These students may not be able to run one or two relay races a year. Without professional training, it is easy to lose bats during the relay process, but they cannot be blamed for anything.

Knowing that he was wasting time, San stick ran forward almost desperately, his hair blowing in the wind like a group of demons dancing wildly, and his facial expressions were all strained.

He rushed to Yu Lan, "Hurry up!!"

Yu Lan took two steps forward and caught the last stick firmly.

At the same time, the third bat of Class 1 also arrived, and he and Zhou Mian set off almost at the same time!

Then Yu Lan was surprised to find that Zhou Mian ran so fast!

And it's at a speed comparable to his usual training!

Yu Lan's impression of Zhou Mian is that kind of very refined, even a bit weak bookworm.

——How did he run so fast?

There was only time for a question mark to flash across Yu Lan's head before her body jumped out first.

There was a scream in my ear:

"Yu Lan! Come on! Yu Lan! Come on!"

"Come on, Chairman Zhou!!!"

On this track, Zhou Mian is the only one who can match Yu Lan's voice.

In this short 100-meter sprint, the sound of cheering on the playground was divided into two distinct factions:

"Yu Lan Chong ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

"Chairman Zhou, I love you!!! Come on!!!"

The figures of the two people almost overlapped into one, biting each other tightly until they reached the end——

From the viewer's point of view, Yu Lan and Zhou Mian crossed the line almost at the same time, probably less than [-] seconds before and after!

Yu Lan's body touched the raised red line first, and the referee announced to him again: "Number one!"

Yu Lan stopped, held the red thread in the palm of her hand with her backhand, raised her eyebrows slightly, looked a little proud and flamboyant, and looked back at Zhou Mian.

He smiled and asked him: "Chairman Zhou, can I run fast?"

Under the sunlight, the boy's delicate eyebrows almost shone brightly.

Zhou Mian's eyes moved slightly, and he admired in a low voice:

"quick."