The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

table..." Zhou Yang pulled him and continued to wail, his voice was shrill, his tone of anticipation, his gaze of grievance made Song Zian look like a scumbag who abandoned his wife and son.

In the end, he sighed and compromised, "How far is it, I'll help you write."

Zhou Yang stuffed him with several homework books with bright eyes.

As soon as Song Zian opened it, he felt something was wrong.

"Why is page No.15 after the third page?" He looked up and asked.

Zhou Yang looked calm: "I don't know, it's just like this when it's posted."

"Uh..." Song Zian gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

While helping Zhou Yang with his homework, he secretly glanced at the back of the classroom.Chi Yuanmian came early today, but because his speed was not as fast as Song Zian's, he was still making up his homework this morning.

The figure in the school uniform is sitting very upright, and the profile of the profile face looks more handsome and clear under the sunlight coming in from the window, and it looks tight.

But... Looking at the straight-line distance between the two, Song Zian sighed again.

I really want to be closer to my boyfriend!If only I could see it when I looked up.

It seemed that he had noticed his gaze.The person sitting in the back corner of the group suddenly raised his head and glanced at him.

The eyes of the two inevitably collided in the air for a moment, and Song Zian hurriedly turned his head away in panic.

Thinking about it, I feel wrong, it's just peeking at my boyfriend, why are you so guilty?

Still not right, peeking, this is called looking openly.

So he turned around again, looking back at the past boldly and enthusiastically.

Chi Yuanmian met his almost provocative gaze, and licked the corners of his mouth in a rare way.Using the index finger and the middle finger to gently stick to the lips, and blew a kiss with ambiguous eyes.

Song Zian trembled with fright at his flirtatious and blunt action, looked around guiltily, and was cautiously relieved when he saw that all the people were doing their homework with their heads down, and no one was paying attention to their side.

Then, blushing, he turned around with lightning speed.

"Huh? Deskmate, why are you so red, even your ears are red!" His heart was beating wildly, but Zhou Yang's exclamation suddenly came from beside him.

Song Zian buried his face in his arms embarrassingly, and said in a muffled voice, "It's hot."

"Huh? But it's winter now!"

The morning self-study ended in a big scene of making up homework.When Song Zian took the representatives of each subject to the office with a pile of neatly stacked homework books and test papers, the students in Class [-] were already exhausted, lying on the table and unable to get up.

On the first day of school, everyone didn't put their minds on the class, they were all sad about the passing of the winter vacation in their hearts, as if they had just lost their love, and they couldn't cheer up anything.

"Everyone, I just went to Lao Chen's office, guess who I saw?"

During the break of the second class, Chen Ye, the English class representative of the class, suddenly rushed into the classroom, shouting with a serious face.

"Did you see Ultraman?" Yao Yuxuan jokingly said with a serious expression while biting a lollipop in her mouth.

"See aliens?" Wen Si also answered beside him.

"Could it be that our class has transferred a new classmate? Male or female? Omega or alpha? Handsome or not?" Xu Tingting leaned over with bright eyes.

Chen Ye was silent for three seconds, and finally said sadly: "I saw Uncle Li who collects the rags at the gate of our school."

Everyone in the third class looked at him with a blank face, "So?"

"It's just..." Chen Ye scratched his hair in pain, "I saw him holding a big sack and dragging away all the winter vacation homework we handed in this morning."

"Old Chen is still counting the money at the side, discussing with other teachers what fruit to buy for the afternoon."

The class fell into a deadly silence.

Then there was a "click", and Yao Yuxuan bit the candy in her mouth with dull eyes.

"Damn, my hand! I just sold the homework I worked so hard to complete?"

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have written it, and I would have just handed it over to Benkong! It's still going to take so much effort!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

There was a wail in the classroom, but there were a few excited shouts hidden in the wailing.

Like Zhou Yang.

"I knew that the teachers didn't bother to read the homework we handed in. Fortunately, I was smart and tore up a lot of pages, and I didn't write them all stupidly." He puffed out his chest and smiled smugly.

Next to him, Song Zian, who had finished writing all the books, threw the book at him expressionlessly.

The last class in the afternoon was the class meeting. After the class bell rang, Lao Chen came in slowly with a thermos.

"This morning, I checked your homework with the teachers of various subjects, and the completion is quite good. Most of the students have done very seriously." Old Chen said slowly.

The students sitting below listened with a stiff face.

Oh, anyway, no matter how serious you are, you have already sold it.

"However, there are still a small number of students who are opportunistic and make up for it!"

Old Chen changed the subject, and his tone suddenly became serious, "Some students even pretended to be smart, tearing up several pages of each homework book, trying to get away with it."

Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat when he said that, and he hurriedly covered his face with guilt and lowered his head.

"Zhou Yang, Liu Zihao, He Fan, Li Jia, Wu Linyi... the above students who did not complete their homework well, each submitted a review of no less than [-] words. In addition, they will be fined for cleaning the classroom and the playground for a week. !"

Why do they check their homework carefully before selling waste paper, why should they be so dedicated!

Zhou Yang tugged at his hair in pain, the expression on his face looked like he had lost tens of thousands of dollars.

Over there, Old Chen cleared his throat and continued: "There is one more thing about seat allocation. Although it's a new semester, I think it's fine for you to sit like this last semester, but who cares about the current semester?" If you are not satisfied with the seat, you can apply for a change now."

Suddenly there was a whisper in the classroom. Everyone looked around and discussed in a low voice, but they didn't speak.

"Cough...Since there is no objection, let's stick to the previous..."

"Teacher, I want to change." An abrupt boy interrupted Lao Chen's words suddenly, causing everyone in class three to look at the source of the voice in unison.

In the far corner of the classroom, a boy in school uniform was raising his hands. His perfectly sculpted face was a little lazy and undisciplined, but the half-drawn school uniform made that face even more vigorous.

Everyone in the third class looked at him dumbfounded, in a state of confusion in the wind.

School bully... Unexpectedly!Hands up!Speak up!

And the boss who always likes to be alone, suddenly wants to leave that undisturbed area and asks to change seats?

What kind of dreamy scene is this?

Old Chen was also a little surprised, "Student Chi, why do you suddenly want to change seats?"

Chi Yuanmian glanced at the person in the second-to-last row of the three groups who was lying on the back table watching a play with the students next to him, and said casually, "I'm nearsighted, so I can't look at the blackboard sitting like this, I want to adjust the middle .”

"This..." Lao Chen looked at his 1.8 meters tall and felt worried. "Your height is here. If you transfer to the front, it may affect the students in the back."

Lao Chen looked all over the class, but couldn't find anyone who could be taller than Chi Yuanmian, so he was in a bit of trouble right now.

"I don't need to sit in the front, just adjust it to the middle." He finished quietly, moved the table to the back of the three groups, and said to the students in the last row of the original three groups, "Can you please change it with me?" Is it?"

It's about you, it means that the school bully doesn't want to be at the same table with any of them.

The two stunned-looking people at the last table of the three groups didn't know why the school bully suddenly took a fancy to their land, but they still moved the desks and chairs quickly and rolled to the back of the group.

Seeing that they changed seats "harmoniously", Lao Chen nodded in relief.After saying something for the rest of the time to let them study by themselves, they withdrew.

Chi Yuanmian looked at the familiar figure in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curved unconsciously.

Song Zian was lying on the table, feeling like a stone had been thrown down a calm lake in his heart. He was both nervous and excited, and there was also a hint of sweetness.

He just complained that his boyfriend was a little far away from him in the morning, but in less than a day, the boyfriend moved behind him by himself.

As he was thinking, the phone suddenly vibrated a few times on the table.

"Chi Yuanmian: stretch out your hand."

"Chi Yuanmian: I have something for you."

Song Zian's heart shuddered, he secretly looked back at him, tentatively touched the back of his desk and stretched out his hand.

But he was caught by a big palm that had been waiting for a long time.

What about things?Song Zian raised his eyebrows to look at him.

The person in front of him didn't speak, but only looked at him with half-raised eyes half-smiling, tightly grasping Song Zian's hand, and even squeezed his palm a few times maliciously.

The temperature of Alpha's palm was scorching hot, and it penetrated into his fingertips forcefully, sticking tightly to his fingers.

Song Zi'an knew he had been fooled, and looked to the side with some guilt, only to feel relieved when he saw that no one was paying attention to their side.He stared at him in a panic, and broke free with his hands a few times but couldn't.

He sighed, ready to give up.The hand that had been holding him tightly suddenly let go, and then a small piece of cold stuff was stuffed into the palm.

Song Zian quickly withdrew his hand, and spread the things in his palm in the pocket of the table to read.

It's a piece of chocolate wrapped in a pretty sugar wrapper.

"Hey, my deskmate, where did you get the chocolate? Did you bring it?" Zhou Yang spotted it with sharp eyes.

Song Zi'an lowered his head slightly, and quickly hid the piece of chocolate in his schoolbag, his ears blushing