Get your pheromones

As soon as Rong Shiyi climbed up the wall, someone grabbed his ankle and dragged him down.

His chin almost hit the wall, he couldn't stand firmly when he landed, and staggered two steps.

"Well, I tried to skip class, and I will score three points."

Song Ci's beating voice sounded in his ears again, Rong Shiyi bent down and patted the wall dust on his pants, then frowned slightly, folded his arms and raised his eyes to look at him:

"Are you still deducting it, big brother? Have you forgotten that all my points were deducted by you within a week of the start of the new semester?"

"Ah, that's it."

Song Ci nodded thoughtfully, then took out a small notepad from his pocket, unscrewed the pen cap and didn't know what was written on it:

"But I can't credit this, but given your special situation, classmate, it's not incomprehensible."

Song Ci wrote a few words, capped the pen with satisfaction, and smiled at Rong Shiyi:

"Congratulations, your usual performance score is minus nine."

"Tsk." Rong Shiyi really cared about this question seriously:

"Didn't you just say three points deducted?"

Hearing what he said, the incorruptible and impartial chairman showed his notepad to the doubters.

Rong Shiyi took a closer look, there was a grinning stickman drawn on it, and he could tell it was him from the red hair on the stickman's head.

Then, with a "pop", Song Ci's pen tip hit the top of the stickman's red head, and explained to Rong Shiyi:

"One point will be deducted for hair dyeing, and three points will be deducted for attempting to skip class. With previous experience, I can reasonably doubt that you will never listen to me and go back to class obediently."

Song Ci smiled and took the notepad:

"So, if you skip class, another five points will be deducted."

"Depend on."

Rong Shiyi couldn't help cursing, and rolled her eyes at Song Ci by the way:

"You guessed it, I really won't go back."

"Uh-huh."

To Rong Shiyi's surprise, Song Ci just smiled and raised his chin at him when he heard this:

"Then you can go now."

Rong Shiyi almost suspected that Song Ci came here specially to make him unhappy.

This person is like this every time. The points that should be deducted will be deducted, but they will still let him go after deducting them. They don't know what the point is.

There was a small flame in Rong Shiyi's heart, and even his tone was a little offended:

"The teacher doesn't care about me anymore, but you chase me closely every day. Song Ci, did I offend you, or do you think it's fun to play me?"

Regarding Rong Shiyi's question, Song Ci thought about it and answered honestly:

"You don't seem to mess with me, but I don't like you very much, so I always want to make trouble for you."

Song Ci paused, then added with a smile:

"You're really funny, though."

Rong Shiyi's teeth itch.

Maybe it's Alpha's nature to repel each other, or maybe it's Song Ci's problem. Rong Shiyi feels that he shouldn't appear in the same frame as him at all.

He persuaded himself not to be angry in his heart, then stretched out his index finger and poked Song Ci's shoulder:

"Coincidentally, I'm annoying you too. Song Ci, be nice to yourself, don't force yourself to deal with people you hate."

"Yeah." Song Ci smiled and patted Rong Shiyi's hand away:

"let me consider it."

Seeing his calm and breezy appearance, Rong Shiyi only felt that he had punched the cotton.

He gritted his teeth and smiled angrily:

"Okay, Song Ci, let's go, wait, see?"

After hearing what he said, Song Ci bent his lips and nodded, then watched Rong Shiyi easily climb over the wall.

Before leaving, the red hair thought he gave him a fierce look.

Interesting.

On the other side of the wall, Xiao Lin handed Rong Shiyi's schoolbag over. Seeing that the man's expression was not very good, he gloated and asked:

"What's the matter, I'm fighting with Song Ci again."

Rong Shiyi became angry when he heard the name.

Xiao Lin was so happy that he deliberately teased Rong Shiyi:

"Hey, you don't understand that. If a boy bullies you, it means he likes you. According to Song Ci's frequency of troubles for you, maybe he already has a deep-rooted affection for you."

Rong Shiyi was overwhelmed by these words, he wrinkled his face and slapped Xiao Lin on the back of the head:

"Get out early, if I do something wrong, the law will punish me instead of letting me fall in love with an Alpha."

Xiao Lin smiled and hooked Rong Shiyi's shoulder:

"Just kidding, let's go and let the snail powder heal my son's wounded heart."

"I don't eat it, you eat it yourself."

Rong Shiyi broke away from Xiao Lin's hand in disgust, then saw his hurt expression, shrugged innocently:

"I didn't say that I came out to have lunch with you. I have business to do. Go and play by yourself."

"Part-time job again? No, I think you are like a superman every day, working two jobs without stopping."

"Please be more precise, two copies of one, three, five, three copies of two, four, six."

Rong Shiyi waved his fingers at Xiao Lin, and then, seeing that the bus he was going to take was coming to a stop, he ran over and waved at Xiao Lin as farewell.

Jiangcheng is more lively at night than during the day. Apart from the sea of ​​neon lights in the city center, the quieter places in the outskirts of the city are also full of fireworks.

Song Ci walked side by side on the street with his friend Zhan Bochuan.He held a lit cigarette between his fingers, and after a while, he raised his hand to take a puff, and the cloud of smoke dispersed under the warm yellow street lamp.

After a while, Song Ci extinguished the cigarette butt on the trash can by the side of the road, glanced sideways at Zhan Bochuan, and asked:

"You called me out at night just to walk with you here?"

Zhan Bochuan sighed with a sad face:

"You are so indifferent, you don't even try to comfort me, the poor man who was broken up."

"You first met me?"

After finishing speaking, Song Ci raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and said to Zhan Bochuan:

"I can give you another half an hour. After half an hour, no one can stop Song Ci from going home to study."

"Study? I believe you, the one who played games all night before the math competition, slept for half an hour after handing out the papers, and then got up to do the problems?"

Zhan Bochuan sneered and pierced Song Ci's excuse, and then walked towards an open-air barbecue stall by the roadside:

"Half an hour, okay. Let's go, Young Master Song, I'll take you to experience the fireworks in the world."

Song Ci frowned slightly, and glanced at the dilapidated signboard of the barbecue stall covered with oily smoke.

He followed Zhan Bochuan in, picked a decent-looking table, wiped it with his fingers, and sat down after confirming that it was clean.

Zhan Bochuan took out a piece of paper to wipe the table, then took the menu, and asked Song Ci while looking at it:

"What do you eat? Forget it, don't ask, the young master definitely doesn't eat roadside stalls."

Zhan Bochuan put down the menu talking to himself, and said to the proprietress beside him:

"Grill ten skewers of meat and five skewers of heart, and then serve a serving of crayfish."

"Good."

The proprietress took away the menu with a smile, and shouted in the direction of the barbecue not far away:

"Xiao Rong, grill ten skewers of meat and five skewers of hearts for the two handsome guys over here!"

"okay!"

A young male voice responded.

The voice was a bit familiar, and the surname "Rong" was rare, which successfully caught Song Ci's attention, and he raised his eyes to look over there.

The lights in this area are not bright, and there is only a small light bulb hanging on the top of the grill, but it is enough for Song Ci to see the red-haired boy who is busy behind the grill.

The guy was wearing an apron, and he looked a little funny with some dust on his face.

Zhan Bochuan noticed Song Ci's gaze, followed him strangely, and said casually:

"Looking at that barbecue guy? He's pretty handsome, do you know him?"

"Well, let's do it."

Song Ci withdrew his gaze, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, like a fox with a bad stomach:

"It's from the same school...a vicious dog."

Song Ci found a fairly appropriate metaphor.

Zhan Bochuan laughed, shook his head, and did not comment.

Although he and Song Ci were in different schools in high school, the two grew up together and knew each other fairly well.At this time, Zhan Bochuan saw Song Ci's reaction, and he knew that this person must have been punishing the red-haired brother a lot.

He has seen Song Ci's ability to irritate people before, and it is definitely legendary.

The roadside stalls at night were quite lively. There was a large table of guests in the barbecue shop, among them a few big men were shirtless, laughing and touching wine bottles, and a few Alpha pheromones were floating everywhere, which was annoying.

Song Ci glanced over there and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Zhan Bochuan knew that this guy had never liked this kind of place where the environment was not good, crowded and noisy, so he should not be in a very good mood now.

He regretted his choice in a moment of grief and anger.If Song Ci gets angry, Zhan Bochuan should not only be worried about being broken up today.

Zhan Bochuan poured himself a glass of water, and was about to bring up another topic to distract Song Ci, but before he could make a sound, the table between the two was suddenly placed on a tray:

"Ten skewers of meat and five skewers of hearts, it's all grilled."

Rong Shiyi confirmed it, and then added a sentence with professionalism:

"Have a nice meal."

He never pays attention to what the guests look like, and he is about to leave after putting down the plate, but when he turns around, he hears a familiar voice:

"Excuse me, did you put the chili on?"

Rong Shiyi yelled in his heart that something was wrong.

Meeting Song Ci when he went out was more sad than stepping on shit when he went out.

But Rong Shiyi is a dedicated laborer, he turned to look at Song Ci, and said to him as calmly as possible:

"Leave it alone. You can take a closer look. If you really can't go out, turn left and there is a grocery store. The owner's magnifying glass is very useful."

"Oh, that's it. But my friend likes spicy food, can you add more chili?"

"Hello, Song Ci."

Zhan Bochuan looked at Song Ci in horror.Please, he can't take spicy food.

But before he could open his mouth to protest, he was blocked by Song Ci's cold eyes. On the side, Rong Shiyi picked up the tray again, and in response to Song Ci's words, every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth :

"Okay, is it chili, I'll add more for you."

Hearing these words, Zhan Bochuan felt chills in his heart.

It can be seen that the red-haired brother has been suffering from Song Ci for a long time, because when the fifteen skewers were served again, Zhan Bochuan could no longer judge with the naked eye whether they were chili powder skewers or meat skewers.

Zhan Bochuan picked up a bunch, and tentatively blew a breath. He coughed for a long time because of the chili powder floating up.

He pushed the tray towards Song Ci's eyes:

"Your vicious dog roasted it yourself, don't you want to taste one?"

Song Ci didn't raise his eyes:

"Choose the restaurant by yourself, order the dishes by yourself, and eat by yourself."

Zhan Bochuan looked at the chili string in his hand in silence for a long time, and then remembered the aggrieved expression of the handsome red-haired guy just now, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

As expected of Song Ci, as soon as he made a move, the two victims started.