The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

Put them all into his bowl, Song Zian's bowl quickly piled up a high hill.

He picked up a braised lion's head and ate it. The meatballs dipped in sweet and spicy sauce were numb and soft in his mouth every time he took a bite. Song Zian couldn't help but eat a few more.

While eating, he persuaded: "Grandma, I have enough in my bowl, you should eat quickly."

A meal is pleasant to eat amidst the joyful laughter of the grandparents and grandchildren.

After eating, Song Zian took the initiative to help grandma clean up the dishes and wash the dishes.

Grandma refused to let her say anything, but Yang Yun persuaded her.

"It's not a big deal. He often washes dishes for us at home. He is so old, why don't he do something!

I don’t want people to say in the future that our child can’t do anything but study, and these basic life skills still have to be learned. He will be 18 next year, and according to the national law, he can get married at 18…”

Song Zian was washing dishes in the kitchen, and heard Yang Yun chatting with his grandmother in the yard outside.

Marriage as an adult has only been implemented in the past two years, usually at the age of 20.

In fact, it is also for the sake of fertility. The number of omega has been decreasing in recent years, which has also led to a plummeting decline in fertility.

Therefore, the country attaches great importance to and protects the rare omega, and has opened up many privileges.

Song Zian washed his hands after washing the dishes, and came out after drying them.

Originally, Yang Yun stayed here with him for a few days before going back, but in the afternoon, she received a temporary call from the company, saying that there was a problem with a project she was in charge of, and she needed to go back to the company immediately to work overtime.

The incident happened so suddenly, she could only let Song Zian stay here for a few days, and go back by herself first.

Before leaving, he asked Song Zian a few more words.

In the afternoon in the countryside, there are no big activities. Everyone walks around the streets, playing cards and chess on the street, and in the evening, they dance square dances and walk around.

Grandma was afraid that Song Zian would be bored and said that she would take him for a walk around the neighborhood. To put it bluntly, she wanted to show off her grandson to her old sisters.

I heard from Yang Yun before that his good-looking grandson got the first place in the whole grade in this monthly exam again!The old man laughed from ear to ear when he heard it on the phone.

The folk customs of the town are simple and honest, most of the people who stay here are elderly people and children, young people are rare.

Song Zian went to a few houses with his grandmother, and then went to the supermarket in the town to buy something.

When I came out with a big bag and a small bag, the edge of the western sky was already dyed orange.

The bright sunset is dyed with brilliant light, layer upon layer in the air, like a soft and dancing orange-red gauze.

Most of the empty sky is dazzlingly beautiful.

"An'an, wait for grandma on the side of the road. Last time I ordered two pieces of cloth from a nearby store. I'll go get them!" Grandma pointed to a fabric shop a few doors away from the supermarket.

"En." Song Zi'an nodded obediently.

He piled the things he bought at his feet casually, and squinted his eyes to watch the sunset in the sky.

Without the cover of high-rise buildings, the entire sky is reflected in the eyes, and the gorgeous sunset can also be seen.

The sunset glow here is better than that in the city, he thought so.

Song Zian took out his pocket for a while, and took out a fruit-flavored bubble gum that the salesperson in the supermarket gave change to.

He tore off the wrapping paper and dropped the bubble gum into his mouth.

There is a sweetness of strawberries on the tip of the tongue. Although it is mixed with the taste of essence, it makes people feel happy.

He became playful, and after chewing a few times, he blew a small bubble against his tongue.

The tip of the tongue curled up, and the bubble was retracted.

So repeatedly, like a naughty child.

He was kicking the stones under his feet with his head down and blowing bubbles vigorously, when he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

Song Zian raised his head curiously, facing a pair of familiar eyes that looked like those drawn in cartoons.

After seeing who it was, his mind went blank, and his pupils suddenly enlarged.He couldn't control his mouth either, and burst the bubbles with a loud puff.

Chi Yuanmian looked at someone who had a mouthful of bubble gum staring at him, his brows suddenly tightened, and he pursed his lips and asked, "Do I look so scary?"

The author has something to say:

Chi Yuanmian: Why is my wife so stupid?

Song Zian: Hmph——

11. Sequelae

The sunset was bright in the sky, and the young man standing in front of him folded his hands on his chest, with a lazy expression on his face.

"You... why are you here too?" Song Zian asked him after cleaning up the bubble gum sticking to his mouth in embarrassment.

Chi Yuanmian raised his eyebrows, and the outline of his face became more three-dimensional in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"You guess!"

"Are you following me?" Song Zian was stunned.

The person on the opposite side looked him up and down like an idiot, and finally explained: "This is my grandfather's hometown. He celebrates his birthday these two days, so I'll come down to accompany him." Chi Yuanmian said.

Oh... so that's the case, but it's very similar to him.Song Zian nodded, and also told him a few words about living in his grandmother's house.

The two chatted for a while, only to find out that Song Zian's grandmother's house and Chi Yuanmian's grandfather's house are both in this town.It's just that one is south and the other is north, but there are not many roads in between.

Without saying a few words, grandma came out of the shop next door with two pieces of cloth in her arms.

Song Zian briefly introduced Chi Yuanmian to her, and only said that he and he were classmates, and the two met here by chance.

The old man seemed to be very kind to this young junior, and kept pulling him to praise him.

Even on the way back, he still dragged Song Zian to inquire, which made Song Zian feel a little tasteless, wondering what kind of ecstasy Chi Yuanmian had given his grandmother.

Township nights are not like cities where high-rise buildings are full of traffic, and street lights and electronic displays are as bright as incandescent.

The night here is quiet and leisurely. When the dusk rises, the people who have just finished dinner are with a few companions, chatting and pressing the road.

Occasionally passing by one or two motorcycles, the owner will stop to say hello to someone he is familiar with.

Although it is a dilapidated and backward town, it is much more human-like than a city with high-rise buildings.

Even the faint scent of vegetables in the air is warm.

Song Zian walked slowly on the road with his grandmother, and a warm evening wind blew in front of him, making the branches and leaves on the roadside rustle.

Grandma was afraid that he would be bored at home, so she advised him to go out for a walk tomorrow.

"There is nothing interesting here. But there is a mountain along the road ahead that you can visit." Grandma said, "This mountain is not high, but there is a scenic platform on the hillside, where you can see the town The scenery is very beautiful. Outsiders like to go there, you can ask your classmate, why don't you go there tomorrow?"

Song Zian was a little hesitant. He was indeed interested in going to the mountain that grandma mentioned, but he didn't know if he would come when he asked Chi Yuanmian.

After all, he is not very familiar with the school bully's preferences.On weekdays, he is seen in the classroom either sleeping on the table or playing games, even when he has to ask for homework to make up for it temporarily, it seems that he is not very interested in this kind of outdoor sports.

He took his phone out of his pocket, hesitating whether to send him a message.

The other side seemed to have a telepathy with him, and sent a message while he was infinitely entangled.

Chi Yuanmian: I heard from my grandfather that there is a mountain in this town that is very interesting. Are you interested in going there tomorrow?

"Uh..." Is this a kind of tacit understanding?

He quickly replied: Interested, what time tomorrow?

Chi Yuanmian: Look at you, what time can you get up?

Song Zian: I can get up at five o'clock.

The over there seemed to be surprised by his answer, and it took a long time to type before returning a message.

Chi Yuanmian: The schedule of your masters is really scary.

Song Zian: ...

In the end, the two agreed to meet at 8:30 tomorrow morning, because Song Zian's grandmother's house was relatively close to the mountain, so Chi Yuanmian came to find him first, and the two would go climbing together after reconciliation.

Grandma seemed very happy. She prepared a lot of snacks and water for going up the mountain overnight, and filled a backpack full for him.

Song Zian saw the full backpack when he was about to go out the next day, and immediately twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't refuse his grandma's kindness, so he could only put it on.

The morning sun is clean and soft, warming the body.Song Zian was wearing a white sun hat and a backpack, waiting for Chi Yuanmian under the big tree on the street.

Chi Yuanmian came here on an old motorcycle. A lot of paint had been peeled off from the fuselage of the old motorcycle, and it looked very old.

Bisheng Chi Yuanmian has a good appearance, especially the pair of legs, which are thin and long.

Sitting on the dilapidated old motorcycle, this dilapidated motorcycle was instantly upgraded by two grades.

So sometimes it is said that people rely on clothes, but in fact, if a person looks good, clothes will also make people shine.

"Get in the car." Chi Yuanmian half-closed his eyes and looked at the ground, "There are still ten kilometers to the foot of the mountain. Let's ride over and put the car at the foot of the mountain."

Song Zian was surprised: "Can you still drive?"

The boy sitting on the motorcycle raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "I still have two motorcycles at home. We will take you for a ride when we go back."

locomotive?pretty cool...

Song Zian has seen those motorcycle boys wearing helmets on the street, every time they gallop past him, and sometimes he is very envious of their publicity and dazzling.

"Get in the car, Teacher Song..." Seeing that he was not moving, Chi Yuanmian shouted in a lazy voice.

Song Zi'an was brought back to his senses by his teacher Song's words, and sat in the back seat of the car with his cheeks burning hot.

The old motorcycle made a violent starting sound, beeping towards the narrow path ahead.

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