The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

Finished all the questions and checked them before the bell rang.

After the winding bell rang, the teacher came to collect the papers.Song Zian heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time picked up the water on the table and took a sip.

The icy winter water ran down his throat, making him shiver with cold.

He tidied up the stationery on the table and walked outside with his bag on his back.There were still many people in the corridor of the classroom after the exam. He was pushed to the fence by the crowd, thinking of resting there for a while, and then went downstairs after the flow of people passed.

His examination room is on the second floor, and the playground can be clearly seen from this direction.

Song Zi'an was bored looking downstairs, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a dark color.

On the first floor, under the big tree near the school gate, stood a familiar figure. The boy was wearing a black overcoat, standing there quietly with his head down, looking to the side from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.

Even though there were many students around him, it was as if he had built a barrier around him, keeping others out.

Chi Yuanmian...

Is he waiting for me?Song Zian thought with anticipation and excitement.

Before the exam the day before yesterday, Chi Yuanmian called him and asked him which exam room he was in.

The corner of Song Zian's mouth hooked slightly, trying to turn around and squeeze out of the crowd.

Before he could move his feet, he saw another scene in front of his eyes.

A boy in a light-colored down jacket trotted all the way and threw himself into Chi Yuanmian's arms.

Song Zian's pupils opened suddenly, and he looked at the scene before him in disbelief.

His eyesight has always been very good, even standing on the second floor and looking at the scene on the first floor, he can see clearly.

He saw the boy with fair complexion and good face put his arms around Chi Yuanmian's waist and rubbed against Chi Yuanmian's arms a few times, and seemed to open his mouth to say a few words, with a bright and dazzling smile.

That face was also very familiar, almost like the outline of the third-school omega that Yao Yuxuan sent him before.But he looks better in person than in the photos.

The person hugged by the boy had his back turned to him, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could see that his movements were very gentle, and he seemed to be smiling.

They are so close, just like a couple in love.

Some students nearby also looked over, but they didn't seem to care.

Song Zian watched helplessly as the boy took Chi Yuanmian's arm, and the two left the school together.

His breathing was short, and his fingers were tightly clenched on the sleeves in front of him, and he felt cold all over his body.

A fine and long pain came from the heart belatedly.

"At the same table, how did you do in the exam?" Zhou Yang's familiar voice fell on his ears, and Song Zian raised his head in a daze.

"Damn it! What's wrong with you at the same table? Why is your face so pale? Did you fail the exam?"

Zhou Yang looked at Song Zian, who had a pale face but red eyes, and was taken aback.

"No, I'm fine." Song Zian said, but his voice was hoarse.

"My mother is waiting for me at the door, I'm going home first."

Zhou Yang looked at the person who had turned and ran out, and subconsciously frowned.

Yang Yun didn't come to pick him up today, Song Zian took a taxi.

"Uncle, can you turn up the heat, it's so cold..." Song Zian said hoarsely.

The driver brother was about to say that the heater was already turned on at its maximum, but when he glanced in the rearview mirror, he saw a child with red eyes who were so wronged that he was about to cry at any time, and his heart softened a little.

In the past few days, the final exam for high school students, this kid may be in a bad mood because he failed the exam and was afraid of being scolded when he went home!

Alas, the current students are still under a lot of pressure!

He pretended to adjust the temperature, "The heating is turned on to the maximum for you!"

"Thank you."

Song Zian stared out of the window blankly, his heart suddenly calmed down a bit.

Maybe that boy and Chi Yuanmian were just friends?

Could it be that he misunderstood something?

Holding the phone in his hand, he suddenly hesitated.

Should I call?

32. sad

Song Zian didn't make that phone call until the evening.

It's just that his moody look continued into the night.

Yang Yun and his father thought it was because he didn't do well in the exam that he looked so lost, and they tried every means to comfort him.

Song Zian went upstairs without taking a few mouthfuls of dinner, locked himself in the room, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

But I couldn't help but think back to the scene I saw this afternoon.

Thinking of sore eyes, bursts of convulsive pain came from the heart.

When night fell, the street lights outside the window came on.

He Fan called him.

After Song Zian saw the note clearly, his eyes dimmed, but he still took it and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, An'an? I have something... After much deliberation, I still need to tell you." There was a bit of hesitation in He Fan's voice.

"Well, tell me." Song Zian said calmly.

"Um... a junior high school classmate of mine, studying in No. [-] Middle School. He just asked me in our small group if I was in the same class as Chi Yuanmian, and even posted his photo in the group.

At first I thought it was the school bully who caused something.In the end, he said it was... Chi Yuanmian soaked up the grass in their class..."

"I didn't believe it at first, and then that buddy sent me a photo of them together and a screenshot of the circle of friends posted by the classmate. I didn't want to tell you, but think about it... hey, take a look first Let me send you the picture, I will forward it to you."

Song Zian clicked on He Fan's message board, and looked at a picture he had just sent, but he still didn't have the courage to click on it.

Finally clicked on.

Lin Xiaoyu: Thank you Yuanmian brother for cooking noodles for me, the best birthday present I received!

/BiXin/Although we have been separated for more than a year for some reason, but fortunately the earth is round, and the right people will stay together no matter how far they go!I hope you will be by my side every birthday in the future! /happy/

The accompanying picture is a group photo of two people. In the picture, the boy in the light yellow down jacket is hugging another person he knows very well, smiling brightly.

That article said that there are many comments posted below, all of which are 99 wishes.

Song Zian turned off the picture with a pale face.

He Fan's voice was still coming from the phone: "I was also shocked when I saw this picture, and I asked my junior high school classmate to find out if it was true, and he said it seemed that the two had talked before. When someone harassed Lin Xiaoyu in his first year of high school, he said that his boyfriend was in No. [-] Middle School, and later he had a fight with that person...

But then the two broke up because of some things, maybe it was a cold war, anyway, they didn't contact each other for a long time, and then they reconciled during the final exam..."

Song Zian listened in a daze.

He asked Chi Yuanmian before if he was in a relationship?

Maybe he didn't lie to him when he said no at that time, because he really hadn't reconciled with his ex-boyfriend at that time.

However, if he really has another person in his heart, why would he approach him, help him, take him to play, and treat him so well?

They even rushed to his door and gave him carefully prepared birthday presents.

And that day at the milk tea shop, he took the initiative to kiss himself.

Are these plots that make him tempted and fallen step by step, just his own wishful thinking?

"Zi'an, are you listening?" He Fan's tone was a bit worried, "Are you okay?"

"I think this matter is still a bit strange, why don't you call Chi Yuanmian himself and see what he has to say."

Song Zian clenched the phone tightly, trying to control his voice to be as calm as possible, "Okay, I see."

Want to fight?

He looked at the phone in front of him in a daze.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally dialed the number.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The familiar male voice from over there was gentle and calmed his heart.

"I, I just want to ask..."

Song Zian spoke hesitantly, but was interrupted by a male voice opposite.

"Brother Yuanmian, let's eat some fruit!"

Are they still together?at home?Song Zian bit his lip, his hands were almost trembling slightly.

"Hey, who are you calling?" The voice seemed to ask curiously from a distance.

"It's nothing, just a friend." Song Zian heard Chi Yuanmian say something lightly.

After that, there were a few "beeps" from the microphone, and then it became calm.

Chi Yuanmian hung up his phone.

Everything seemed to be explained, and that call was the best answer.

Song Zian only felt that his breathing was stagnant, his mind seemed to stop thinking, and he could only feel the rising and falling pain in his chest.

Finally exhausted all his strength and collapsed on the bed.

He buried his head in the soft pillow and couldn't help crying softly.

I was full of grievances and sadness in my heart, but I didn't know how to vent it.He didn't even dare to make too much noise to disturb his parents.

A group of soft little things came over, paws on his shoulders, meowing softly, as if to comfort its owner.

"Mian Mian Bing..." Song Zian's voice was hoarse, he embraced the warmth in his arms, and tightened his hands unconsciously.

Mian Mian Bing curled up obediently in Song Zian's arms, as if she understood his sadness at the moment, and lost the irritability of the past.

The moonlight outside the window fell on the desk, reflecting a white and hazy light.It seems to indicate that this ignorant and short-lived first love can only end before it can begin.

Song Zian woke up the next morning.

Crying and crying last night, I fell asleep hugging the quilt.

The morning sun shines in through the window, and outside the window there are a few chirping birds flapping their wings and flying past.

Song Zian rubbed his painful head and sat up slowly.

He turned on the cell phone next to the quilt, and a dozen missed calls appeared on the screen, all from the same person.

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