The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

interrupted the old man's words.

Just kidding, if I let the boss know that I know so many dark history of his childhood...

He will be murdered for sure.

Among the options of life and watching school bully jokes, Song Zian chose the scholar without hesitation, and before Grandpa could speak again, he hurriedly dragged Chi Yuanmian out.

The two walked along the path outside the house.

"When are you going back?" Chi Yuanmian asked suddenly.

The midday sun was bright and dazzling, Song Zian raised the back of his hand to block it, and said flatly: "It should be the day before the holiday, my mother has no time to pick me up these few days, and I want to spend a few more days with grandma, anyway When I go back to the city, I also do the questions at home."

He suddenly became playful, stepping on the shadows of mottled leaves on the side of the road to play, with a bit of childish playfulness in his movements.

Chi Yuanmian looked down at his childish behavior, and his lips curled slightly.

It took a long time before he spoke: "I have to go back tomorrow."

Song Zian's jumping forward paused, and his heart trembled undetectably.

He turned to look at him, a little surprised: "So fast?"

"En." Chi Yuanming responded lightly, looking up from Song Zian's angle, he could only see the young man's thin chin.

"By the way, are you in good condition? Pheromone... no longer abnormal?"

Chi Yuanmian originally wanted to talk about the estrus period, but he hesitated for a moment when the words came to his lips, and changed the word.

Song Zian shook his head, but his fingers were hooked together and twisted into balls where he couldn't see.

It wasn't that good actually, even though it had been a week since his last heat.

But in recent days, he felt the familiar burning sensation again, but the effect was not as strong as before.

It was like the inexplicable throbbing in my heart when I took pictures with Chi Yuanmian yesterday.

When he saw his lips, he couldn't help but want to kiss them, and when he smelled his pheromone, he couldn't help but want to ingest them.

Wanting to... he marked himself.

This has happened so many times that he can't tell whether he is in estrus as the doctor said before, or because he has too high a match with Chi Yuanmian's pheromones, so he has become dependent and greedy for his pheromones from the bottom of his heart.

But right now, he won't tell Chi Yuanmian these things.

One is embarrassment, and the other is that I don't know how to speak.

Although he promised to heal himself, he is indeed not in estrus now. Could it be possible to drag him and say that I feel that I am uncomfortable and can I kiss you again?

When the sun was about to set, Chi Yuanmian sent Song Zi'an back home.

The wind in the country carried some damp water vapor, Song Zian sat in the back.His eyes were empty and he looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and the noise of old-fashioned motorcycles lingered in his ears.

He raised his eyes and saw that under the white T-shirt of the boy in front of him was a thin but not weak waist, and the unique sharpness of the boy was outlined through the shoulder blades of the clothes.

There seemed to be a faint smell of champagne floating in the air again, Song Zian sniffed, thinking that he was hallucinating.

After a while, with a sullen face, he nervously picked up his hand on the motorcycle seat and put it on the clothes around Chi Yuanmian's waist.

The forehead also turned and tilted forward inadvertently, and it naturally rested on the back of the young man in front of him.

The body he leaned on seemed to froze for a moment, and the speed of the motorcycle slowly slowed down, but he didn't notice it.

Being close to him seems to relieve the pain in his heart... Song Zian leaned on the warm back in front of him, thinking to himself.

In a blink of an eye, there was another gust of wind, blowing through a lot of dryness and heat.

On the last day of the holiday, Yang Yun finally came to take him back to the city.

Song Zi'an's little chickens raised in the past few days have developed feelings for each other. When they parted, they stood in the yard hesitantly and watched for a long time before they were willing to leave.

Grandma still said a few words of comfort, and the words instantly diluted the sadness of parting.

"Wait until you come here again next time, these chicks are almost ready to eat!"

Song Zi'an quickly got on the car with his bag on his back.

In the urban area of ​​Pingcheng, there are tall buildings standing tall, and the city is full of prosperity and bustle.

In a small flower shop on the street, a girl in an apron is holding scissors to trim the branches of the flowers in her hand.

She moves swiftly, holding scissors in one hand and flowers in the other.The large scissors cut a 45-degree slope along the bottom of the flowering branch, and then insert it into the porcelain bottle filled with water next to it, and it is regarded as a pruned branch.

The whole store was filled with all kinds of refreshing floral scents, and as soon as Chi Yuanmian opened the door, he was overwhelmed by the scents that rushed to his face.

"Welcome!" Seeing a guest coming, the girl stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands and got up to receive her.

"What kind of flowers do you need? Is it a gift?" She asked with a smile.

A pair of big watery eyes couldn't help looking at the young man's face, secretly guessing in his heart who this handsome little brother would buy the flowers for.

Chi Yuanmian's eyes fell on a cluster of red roses not far away, and said softly, "Hello, do you have roses with a lighter fragrance?"

"It's lighter..." The girl thought about it thoughtfully, and led him to a wall.

There are many flower pots on the ground there, all kinds of charming roses are blooming, and the fragrance is overwhelming.

"If the fragrance is lighter, you can try white roses! Different types of roses have different fragrances. The fragrance of white roses is not as strong as that of red roses, but it smells good..." The girl squatted down from the flower pot He took out a white rose and handed it over with a smile.

Chi Yuanmian took it, sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose, but frowned.

Not this taste.

He took another pink rose and sniffed it close.

still not right...

But he clearly remembered that it was a very elegant and fresh rose fragrance.

The young lady in the florist looked suspiciously at the boy who kept going back and forth in a circle of roses.

Have you smelled so much, but still haven't found something you like?

Just as she was wondering, the figure of the boy finally stopped in front of a bunch of flowers.

His fingertips were slender and white, gently pinching the stems of the flowers.

There are sharp thorns on the stems, and the most beautiful and delicate flowers bloom on the top.

Layers of pale yellow petals are half-closed, with an elegant and charming posture.

The girl looked up and finally saw clearly.

It was a cluster of champagne roses.

Chi Yuanmian stared at the flowers in front of him in a daze.

The faint aroma lingering at the tip of the nose is very familiar, it is the smell of pheromone on someone's body.

"What's its name?" he asked.

"This kind of flower is called champagne rose, and it is also very suitable for gifting."

"And it also has a very romantic meaning!" The flower shop lady blinked and introduced enthusiastically.

"Its meaning is: I only love you."

The young man in front of him was holding the flower, and some kind of light seemed to flash across his clear eyes.

……

The seven-day long vacation had exhausted everyone, so much so that on the last day, the group in Class 3 (Senior Grade [-]) was wailing.

It's all about homework.

While the group was in full swing, Song Zi'an was sorting out the homework and test papers due tomorrow and storing them in his schoolbag.

After finishing these things, I found a set of May [-] simulation papers to do when I had nothing to do.

At night in the city, the lights flicker among the high-rise buildings, without the staleness and silence of small towns.

But you can't see the sunset glow that dyes half of the sky and the sky full of transparent stars.

After finishing a set of test papers, Song Zian felt his eyes a little sore, so he stood up and stretched his muscles.

Looking at the road with car faucets outside the window, an increasingly familiar face suddenly appeared in my heart.

I don't know if this guy has finished his homework?

He guessed that there was a high probability that he hadn't done it. After all, someone honestly handed in homework on time, and there were very few cases where he didn't need to remind him.

If it's done, it's really a ghost.

Song Zian rested his fingers on the window, and a small desk lamp on the desk surrounded him in the light, half of his face shone with a yellowish warm light.

The hazy feeling of flickering light and dark, like a teenager's dream.

15. Tuition

On the first morning after the long vacation, the classrooms are the busiest.

When Song Zian came in with his bag on his back, there was a scene of chicken and dog jumping in front of him.

On weekdays, only 1/3 of the students would come to this spot. Today, 4/5 of them came, forming several circles, and engaged in a certain shady group activity - copying homework.

Messy shouts, the rustle of ballpoint pen writing on paper, and anxious voices asking for answers mixed together, frying like a pot of boiling hot water.

Song Zi'an pulled the strap of his schoolbag, and was surrounded as soon as he walked in from the door.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a group of classmates staring at him like hungry wolves with green eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help taking two small steps back.

"School committee! Can you lend me the second set of math papers!"

"Student committee, that comprehensive homework book for Li Zong... Please!"

"Brother Song, help! Save the child, please let me copy the homework."

"Brother Song, look at me, I haven't done a single English paper!"

"I, I, I... I need it more! I haven't done any papers!"

One minute later, Song Zian walked to his seat empty-handed, his expression froze a bit.

Next to the seat, Zhou Yang was piled up with homework papers in various handwritings in front of him, and he was hard at work.

It was only at this time that he was the most serious, as if he had set up a barrier around his body, refusing to receive any information, his eyes were full of homework, and even Song Zian didn't notice when he sat in his seat.

Song Zi'an glanced at him: Yao Yuxuan's English paper, the monitor's comprehensive science paper, and Wensi's math homework...

It's good, his deskmate is indeed a man who has been lying around for seven days, and he has to spend a lot of time copying homework.

Zhou Yang quickly finished copying a volume