Get your pheromones

"Ah."

Unexpectedly,? Song Ci suddenly put away the smile on his lips, and then turned his gaze back to his mobile phone, glanced at the second half of the title,? There was a long silence.

Seeing him doing the calculations so seriously, Rong Shiyi also looked over.

That question is quite simple,? Rong Shiyi was about to rush to answer and said that he chose A, but it turned out that a certain college bully resolutely chose D.

Sure enough,? The answer is wrong.

But Song Ci didn't look at the problem-solving ideas, but turned off the phone, took Rong Shiyi's phone and began to be his little slave.

Rong Shiyi thinks, Song Ci is a bit strange.

But the man's face was not red, nor were the tips of his ears red, and he couldn't find any evidence.

Rong Shiyi looked at it for a while, then changed the subject:

"Hey,? Tell me, how many classes can I get in the placement test the day after tomorrow?"

Song Ci stared at the screen intently and asked:

"You want to change shift?"

"No,? Just ask."

Due to the particularity of Class Ten's own make-up lessons, the school has specially issued a notice for this placement test, allowing Class Ten not to participate in the grade placement system. Of course, it also respects the wishes of the students themselves, whether they want to move forward or stay, All voluntary.

Rong Shiyi has long been used to the rhythm of Class Ten, so naturally she won't change shifts.

Who would have thought of Song Ci, but Song Ci slightly bent his lips, meaning to point out:

"I think."

"Ah?" Rong Shiyi froze for a moment:

"What do you want to do, come to class ten?"

"Ah."

"Don't be overthinking it, just stay in class one."

"I've started reviewing, it's the same wherever I go."

"Who's worried about you? I'm afraid you'll disturb my study."

"I……"

Before Song Ci finished speaking, Rong Shiyi looked at the pass animation on his mobile phone, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek again.

"Take a turn, I promise you, Brother Rong is honest."

After all, Rong Shiyi observed Song Ci's reaction.

I saw that this person simply didn't say what he had just said, and continued to eliminate small animals with his eyes down.

"Song Ci!"

Rong Shiyi is like discovering a new world:

"Aren't you shy!"

"No."

Song Ci is serious.

"Absolutely."

He got up quickly and turned his head to look at Song Ci's expression, but this man really seemed to have no flaws.

Rong Shiyi leaned over to turn his face to take a closer look, but was ruthlessly pushed away.

Song Ci is like a gentleman:

"Mr. Rong respects himself, don't disturb Xiao Song's part-time job."

Rong Shiyi has a straight face:

"You're getting bored."

"People always have to grow."

"whispering sound."

Rong Shiyi had nothing to do, he hugged the pillow and leaned to the other side, took the vocabulary book and began to pretend to read:

"You play first, save the reward first, and give it together later."

Song Ci ignored him and played the game on his own. When he passed two more levels and raised his eyes again, the man's vocabulary had already been stamped on his face.

Song Ci looked funny, he walked over and picked up the vocabulary book, revealing the man's red head.

This guy slept very comfortably, his face was taken away and he just wrinkled his nose, then turned his head slightly and went back to sleep.

After looking at it for a while, Song Ci casually took the coat that was hanging on one side and covered him.

To be honest, after playing the game of Xiaoxiaole for a long time, it is really boring.

Song Ci was bored, so he stood up and walked around the living room, but finally sat back to his original position, plugged in the phone, and continued to fight.

The next day, Rong Shiyi woke up in bed.

He found the phone from the bedside table, rubbed his eyes and looked at it, it was only after five o'clock.

He wasn't woken up by the alarm clock or naturally, he was woken up by a burning smell.

Rong Shiyi didn't even remember how she fell asleep yesterday.

He sat up from the bed, habitually thinking about life in a daze for a while, and then got out of bed aggressively, looking for the source of the burnt smell with bare feet.

really.

In the kitchen, Song Ci was holding a frying pan and thinking about life.

Rong Shiyi walked over to watch with him, and there was an unidentified lump of black charcoal sticking to the bottom of the pan, which was the root of all evil.

The pot was almost burned through by him.

"Dr. Song, are you researching new biochemical weapons?"

Rong Shiyi looked at that thing, and then at Song Ci.

The man shook his head innocently:

"Dr. Song is researching and trying to practice the birth of a fried egg."

After all, he threw the pan into the sink and wiped his hands with a wet towel:

"Unfortunately it failed."

It seems that Song Ci A Meng is not so omnipotent.

Thinking of this, Rong Shiyi originally wanted to laugh at him, but seeing Song Ci lowered his eyes, he seemed a little disappointed, his ridicule rolled around on the tip of his tongue and was swallowed.

"It's okay, failure is success damn it. Today Song Ci fell on a fried egg. What's the fried egg? In the future, nuclear bombs will be engraved with Song Ci's name!"

"Thank you."

Song Ci was amused by him, and stretched out his hand to smooth out his chicken coop-like red hair.

"Speaking of which, why did you remember fried eggs?"

Song Ci bent his eyes and smiled:

"My boyfriend is staying overnight at my house for the first time, and I want you to get a breakfast of love when you wake up."

Rong Shiyi was stunned for a moment, then pushed him and scolded with a smile:

"Tired and crooked."

The two of them finally went out early and went to the school cafeteria for breakfast.

In the morning, Rong Shiyi listened carefully to three classes, and finally couldn't help being lazy in the fourth class.

He wanted to take a nap, but found that he couldn't fall asleep. He was bored, so he took out his mobile phone and turned on his beloved Xiaoxiaole.

But this interface seems a bit weird.

"??"

Rong Shiyi frowned, couldn't believe her eyes for a while, and couldn't help but look down carefully.

He swiped the Match [-] level from beginning to end, and then back again.

All Samsung clearance.

ha? ? ? ? ?

This thing has reached more than 500 levels, and he played less than half of it before. How did Song Ci pass more than 200 levels in one night? ?

Did he hang up? ?

He didn't sleep all night? ? ?

No, wait.

Rong Shiyi was more worried about another problem.

More than 300 strokes, how long will it take to kiss.

This person suddenly felt melancholy.

Xiao Lin noticed the strangeness of the people around him, leaned over to glance at his mobile phone, and exclaimed:

"Niu Rongrong, you've cleared the level!"

"The little slave beat it."

"Song Ci? This slave is not bad."

"It's good."

Rong Shiyi nodded sadly:

"It's just a little feeble."

In the second half of the class, the more Rong Shiyi thought about it, the more frustrated he became, causing him to rush directly to Class [-] after class.

Class One hadn't finished yet, so he took a look at the back door.

The teacher said above that Song Ci would sleep on his stomach.

That's too much, student council president.

Rong Shiyi leaned against the wall and looked at it for a while, but didn't even notice that get out of class one was over.

The little boy sitting by the back door was familiar with him, so he greeted him:

"Brother Rong, are you looking for Song Ci? He has been asleep all morning, should I wake you up?"

"no need."

Rong Shiyi waved his hand, angry and funny:

"Let him sleep."

Rong Shiyi temporarily let the little slave go, but the score still has to be settled.

After lunch, Xiao Lin went back to the classroom for a lunch break. Rong Shiyi and Song Ci were wandering downstairs, so they started to talk to him:

"Dog, you haven't slept all night?"

"Yeah." Song Ci was very honest:

"The work assigned by the boss must be done well."

"Then you cleared the boss, what is the boss playing?"

Rong Shiyi laughed angrily, looking at Song Ci's dark circles under his eyes, he didn't know whether to scold him or laugh at him.

"The boss is studying hard."

Song Ci responded perfunctorily, then bent his lips and smiled, spit out his bad intentions:

"But before that, I overfulfilled the task, so what about my salary?"

Rong Shiyi chooses to renege on the debt:

"Rong Papi is about to default on wages, let's talk about it later."

"That won't work."

Song Ci held his face and kissed him, then felt that this place might not be suitable, so he simply lifted him up.

"Song Ci, don't get sick."

Rong Shiyi was carried into the teaching building by him, and subconsciously lowered his volume.

During the lunch break, outside students are not allowed to enter the classroom, and there are weekly students on duty on each floor. If you make noise in the building, you will be penalized.

But Song Ci was fearless. He knew that there was an empty classroom on the third floor that had been abandoned long ago, so he led people to the destination.

When they arrived, the week student in charge of the third floor was dozing off on the stairs.

Song Ci put Rong Shiyi down and made a silent gesture.

He took Rong Shiyi's hand and walked around quietly, and then the two walked lightly to the empty classroom in the corner.

This classroom has been idle for a long time, and it is usually used as an isolation room, and the monitoring has been removed long ago.

This side is just facing the sun, and the bright sunlight outside the window is blocked by the blue curtains, and only when the wind blows the curtains up occasionally, a patch of light spreads on the ground.

"The president of the student council took the lead in violating discipline. It's up to you, Song Ci."

Rong Shiyi found a table at random, sat on it, and joked.

"Not only violated discipline, but also fell in love early. Song Ci is already guilty."

Song Ci stood opposite him and took his hand.

Rong Shiyi withdrew her hand and said deliberately:

"So guilty, don't talk about it?"

"That won't work."

Song Ci put his hand on the table and looked up at him:

"The president doesn't want it anymore, and Rongrong can't do it either."

The distance is so close, Rong Shiyi subconsciously dodges back.

But he looked at Song Ci, couldn't hold back, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek:

"Repay you one first, and pay the remaining 300 in installments."

"Um……"

Song Ci seemed a little embarrassed, then bent his eyes and smiled like a fox:

"Another way to pay it off, okay?"

Then, his gaze moved down and landed on Rong Shiyi's lips. When he raised his eyes again, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"A kiss?"

Rong Shiyi suddenly felt a little hot.

He didn't want to lose to Song Ci in terms of momentum, so he raised his eyebrows:

"Come on."

Song Ci didn't expect him to agree so readily.

But that was only a brief absence, he soon bent his lips, and raised his hand to caress the back of Rong Shiyi's head.

Song Ci puts barrier stickers every day, so the smell of pheromone is not heavy on his body, but when he gets close, there will be a faint trace of it.

Just like before, Rong Shiyi would be a little bit repelled when he smelled it, but this feeling is obviously not as exciting as when he gets close to the person he likes.

He seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

But after a second, he realized that something was wrong.

So, when their lips were about to touch each other, Rong Shiyi pressed Song Ci's shoulder and pushed the person away, jumped off the table by himself, pulled the person along and ran forward.

That's a heartbeat!

That was the sound of high heels stepping on the ground! !

The third floor is the floor of the first year of high school, and the grade director of the first year of high school is a serious and capable woman surnamed Zhao.

Rong Shiyi had already heard of her reputation.

Once, the director caught Rong Shiyi skipping class, gave him a thousand-word review spree, and asked him to stand on the flag platform during the flag-raising ceremony on Monday and read aloud the code of conduct for middle school students.

That sourness, Rong Shiyi didn't want to recall it anymore, after that, he would take a detour when he saw the director.

This time is of course no exception.

They were at the back door just now, and the sound of high heels came from the back door.

There was no way to avoid this place, Rong Shiyi took a fancy to the podium on the podium.

He pulled Song Ci to rush there, but when passing by, he accidentally bumped into a chair next to him and made a small sound.

Ruined!

Rong Shiyi's heart turned cold, but he still held on to the last hope, and pulled Song Ci to hide under the desk.

The space underneath is a bit small, Rong Shiyi leaned against the facade of the table legs, curled her legs and huddled inside.But Song Ci could only kneel between his legs on one knee, with his hands on his side.

The posture is a bit awkward, but at any rate people are safe.

Rong Shiyi didn't care about whether their actions were ambiguous or not, he just listened attentively to the sound of the door.

Sure enough, the noise he made just now couldn't escape Director Zhao's ears.

The sound of high heels was getting closer.

The woman pushed open the back door, looked around, with a serious tone:

"Is there someone? Come out. There's such a commotion that I can hear it from outside."

Rong Shiyi didn't dare to breathe, but Song Ci was still laughing like a normal person.

The empty classroom was silent.

Director Zhao frowned, took two steps inside, and bent over to see if there was anyone hiding under the table.

No.

She opened the curtains and looked again, but there was no one there.

Misheard?

She finally glanced suspiciously in the direction of the podium.

At the same time, Song Ci lowered his head and kissed the corner of Rong Shiyi's lips tentatively.

Rong Shiyi was about to lose her head in fright.

He stared at Song Ci with wide eyes:

crazy you? ?

Song Ci turned a blind eye, he gently lifted Rong Shiyi's chin, and kissed it again.

The sound of high-heeled shoes paused for a moment at the back door and walked away.

Intertwined with this sound are the chirping of birds and cicadas outside the house, and the sound of hunting when the wind blows the curtains.

The lips were covered with another person's soft warmth.

After the initial shock, Rong Shiyi quickly recovered and closed her eyes obediently.

Crazy be crazy.

Who hasn't done some shit.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-11?11:42:58~2021-10-12?14:44:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Mango flavored pudding? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: yang, Muse, Shanhe Zhuoli? 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：山河灼里?35瓶；嗑糖速递员?16瓶；龚五岁?14瓶；月色朦胧、秋秋人有什么坏心思呢?10瓶；鬼服小迷妹?6瓶；南有乔木??不可休思?5瓶；深海?1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!