The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

Is Tao the pheromone smell on him?

Zhou Yang is an alpha, if he really has pheromones, Zhou Yang can smell it.

It was just because Zhou Yang thought he was a beta, so he didn't think about pheromones, but simply thought it was the smell of shower gel.

Omega's pheromone during estrus is indeed higher than usual, but his estrus has passed, logically speaking, pheromone will not leak out...

Could it be that, as the doctor said, his symptoms worsened and his estrus became confused?

If this is the case, then he... Song Zian looked at the back row, but only saw a figure lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

Sleeping again?Are their school bullies very sleepy?Song Zian was puzzled.

Xiaopingtou's prediction was really accurate. Before the lunch break at noon, the grade list was already out.

The No. [-] Middle School is quite humane this time, and it may also want students to have a safe vacation.

The difficulty of the test paper this time is not very high, and the teacher also added a little water when changing the test paper, so most people's scores have improved compared to the previous test.

Especially Zhou Yang, seeing the total score which was more than 20 points higher than the last exam, almost cried with joy.

"At the same table! My god of luck! Thank you for giving me the air of learning, my trip to the island is finally not in vain!" Zhou Yang was beaming instantly, wishing he could put his arms around Song Zi'an and kiss him.

Song Zian was thinking about pheromones in his heart, and couldn't tell him what to pay attention to.

Squad leader Chen Song handed over the ranking list, he took it and looked at it, and the position of column 1, row 1 really showed his name.

Song Zian, ranked first in class and first in grade.

It may be that he has seen it too many times, but he didn't feel much ups and downs. His fingers slid down the ranking list from top to bottom and stopped.

Chi Yuanmian...

The class ranks last, and the grade ranks 350th and sixth.

Song Zian pursed his lips, staring at the strange and quiet place by the back door in a daze, his heart full of worries.Even when Zhou Yang spoke to him, he only responded a few times in a daze.

In fact, judging from the total score, Chi Yuanming's grades are not too bad. After all, class three is a key science class, and the people who can get in cannot be the kind of scumbags who can't help themselves.

But he seems to be not very interested in studying, and he has to rush to hand in his homework every day.If he's willing to work hard.There is still a lot of room for improvement.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to Chi Yuanmian.

There was no reply to him, and the people on the table were motionless, sleeping very peacefully.

Song Zian sighed and put the phone back under the table.

When the class bell rang, Chi Yuanmian woke up.

He loosened his sleep-numbed arms.He tidied his messy hair again.The eyes were not fully opened because they had just woken up, with a bit of carelessness and laziness.

He took out his mobile phone from the table, and as soon as he turned on the screen, two WeChat messages were displayed.

Song Zian: Have you read the report card?Your ranking is a bit low this time!

Song Zi'an: Well, you have been helping me all the time, and I haven't thanked you much. Why don't I urge you to study and help you with your homework in the future.How about we work together to improve your academic performance?

Chi Yuanmian raised his eyebrows, and the remaining sleepiness dissipated at this moment.

Help with homework?This is Song Zian's gratitude to him?He pondered for a moment.

Can he not?

The author has something to say:

Chi Yuanmian: There are so many ways to thank me, why did you choose such a weird one.

Song Zian: Then what kind of thanks do you want?

Chi Yuanmian: You understand!

Song Zian: I don't want to understand!farewell!

10. Encounter

After school, it was Song Zian who was picked up by Yang Yun by car.

Maybe it was a holiday, but she looked in a good mood, with a smile on her face.

Song Zian rolled down the car window, and the cool wind poured in from the window, blowing away the stuffy heat in the car.

"Tomorrow is the National Day. Is there any place you want to go to play? Mom can also take a few days off this time, so I can take you there, but your dad is busy, and I still don't have time this year." Yang Yun turned her head. to ask him.

Song Zian rubbed his brows, and said in a flat tone, "There are many people during the National Day holiday, and I have no interest in traveling."

He didn't want to go out and see the crowds. With this time, he could do two sets of Mathematical Olympiad papers at home.

Yang Yun frowned, and said in disapproval: "You can't stay at home all the time! Your head teacher posted your monthly exam results this time in the group. Mom has seen it. Your grades are currently very stable, and this time they are even better than you. It was more than ten points last time."

"You have had your own ideas since you were a child, and you never let your father and I worry about your homework. But son, we have to pay attention to the combination of work and rest! You can't just study and do problems all day long, don't make yourself so big Stress!" Yang Yun, who was afraid that her son would be a fool in studying, broke the old mother's heart.

If she was the mother of his tablemate Zhou Yang, then Zhou Yang must have been moved to tears. After all, he always dreamed of a mother who would encourage him to study less.

Song Zian turned his head and looked out the window.

The trees on the roadside outside the window are already covered with red ribbons, and some small red flags are also inserted.When the wind blows, the red flags and ribbons flutter against the wind, bright red.

Very festive atmosphere.

"An'an, mom is talking to you!" Ms. Yang Yun's voice was a little helpless.

"Do you really have no place to play?"

"No." He muffled.

His mother sighed softly in front of her, and suddenly remembered something, her eyes lit up and said: "Then do you want to go to grandma's house for a few days?"

"Grandma called me in the morning, saying that she hasn't seen her good grandson for a long time, and let us take you back to see it when we have time."

grandmother?Song Zian was stunned.

His grandmother lived in a small town far from the urban area.Grandpa died early. When Yang Yun married his father, she wanted to bring her grandma to live in the city, but the old man was too old to live and went back.

After that, he was able to go back to see his grandma during the Chinese New Year, and it seemed that he hadn't seen her for almost half a year, which was indeed a long time.

He really missed that smiling grandma.

There are also various special dishes and snacks made by grandma.

Braised lion's head, steamed shredded taro, and osmanthus glutinous rice cake...

Song Zian's heart moved slightly.

"Mom, let's go to grandma's house! I haven't seen grandma for a long time, and we just go to accompany her for a few days off."

Ms. Yang Yun saw that her son was finally reluctant to stay at home, and she was in a good mood: "Okay! Then we mother and son will leave your father at home and go to grandma's house to celebrate the festival with grandma!"

The twilight outside the window gradually darkened, and the street lights came on. Song Zian leaned against the car window and played with his mobile phone for a while.

Zhou Yang shared a few cold jokes with him, and he thought it was quite funny, when a message popped out unexpectedly.

Chi Yuanmian: When is Teacher Song going to help me with my homework?Lazy/

He paused, clicked in and replied with a past: Or, after the holiday?

The other side quickly came back: OK, thank you Teacher Song.

Teacher Song's face was a little hot, so he could only open the large windows in an attempt to cool down the night breeze.

Grandma's house is relatively remote, and it takes a long time to drive.So Song Zian packed his luggage at night, and went out with Yang Yun early the next morning.

On the first day of National Day, there were already many people on the street early in the morning.It was also fortunate that they left early, otherwise they might have been stuck on the road for a long time.

The town where my grandmother's house is located is far from the city center. Without traffic jams, Yang Yun took him to drive for nearly two hours before arriving.

The car was parked outside the fence wall of grandma's house, and a small two-story house was seen through the wall.

It was renovated many years ago, and the white tiles are covered with dust, which looks dusty and full of a sense of age.

Yang Yun got out of the car and took out several boxes of nutrition and health products from the trunk of the car, as well as some clothes and supplies for grandma.

Song Zi'an, carrying a big backpack full of homework books, rushed into the yard and shouted loudly: "Grandma, here we come!"

There were several responses from inside the room, and then an old man in his 70s and [-]s came out of the room.

The old man was wearing a neat blue-gray jacket and black trousers, with a headscarf wrapped around his hair, but his eyes were bright, and his face was ruddy, very shiny, and looked very energetic.

"mom!"

"grandmother!"

The old man's eyes were stained with moisture, and he stepped forward and hugged Song Zian, who was already a lot taller than her.

"You child, why have you grown so tall after not seeing you for half a year?" She sighed.

Yang Yun on the side said with a smile: "It's the growth period, it's the time to grow up!"

Grandma stretched out her palm to compare the size difference between herself and her grandson, and said with emotion in her eyes: "That's true."

"Don't talk about it, let's go into the room first. The dishes have just been prepared, and you wash your hands and prepare to eat. You must be tired after driving all the way."

Grandma dragged Song Zian into the house chattering, and Yang Yun followed them with a smile.

"Mom, why are you making so many dishes? How can the three of us finish eating?" Yang Yun looked at the large table of food in front of her, dumbfounded.

There are already seven or eight dishes on the neatly tidy dining table.A plate of dishes looks very good, and the aroma lingers in the air, tempting people to twitch their index fingers.

"The child is growing, so we need to eat more!" The grandmother smiled and pulled Song Zian to sit on the seat, and kept picking up vegetables for him.

"Eat more, An An, you don't see any flesh on your face." Grandma stared at him, with wrinkles around her eye sockets, and her eyes were full of distress.

The movements of his subordinates did not stop, taking all kinds of good things that she thought were nutritious