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Although the doctor's voice was not loud, it couldn't stop the fact that there were only a few doctors and two students from Class 204 of Senior Secondary School in classroom [-], and it couldn't stop Song Boyang from standing nearby and paying attention to Zhou Chiyu's movements with all his attention. .

So Song Boyang also heard clearly what the doctor was saying just now.

As soon as the words fell, the strange tacit understanding prompted Song Boyang and the doctor to stare at each other silently, and then laughed in unison.

What a coincidence to be home.

The doctor smiled and sighed, "Maybe this is fate."

Song Boyang just smiled without saying a word, smiling brightly.

Zhou Chiyu was the only one left, who didn't understand what happened during the short stare at each other, but somehow accurately hit the point of their laughter.

Zhou Chiyu looked at the doctor and then at Song Boyang: "What's wrong?"

Doctor: "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, I just think there seems to be a wonderful fate between you and the classmate behind you."

Zhou Chiyu: "?"

"Cough cough." Song Boyang knew that the doctor was not good at talking about his pheromone characteristics, but Zhou Chiyu was obviously confused by the vague words. Song Boyang felt that it didn't matter to tell Zhou Chiyu about it, so he laughed. He continued to explain, "The doctor laughed that our pheromones are destined because I am also a tasteless pheromone."

This doctor is warm-hearted to everyone, and Zhou Chiyu is no exception. When he bowed his head and kept filling out the test results of the other party's tasteless pheromone, he still did not forget to talk to Zhou Chiyu, "Your pheromone It is odorless, so remember to use inhibitors or barrier patches when going to public places during special periods."

Zhou Chiyu's temperament is cold, not as good as Song Boyang who can speak a few words with everyone familiarly and tactfully, so he nodded and said lightly, "Okay."

Song Boyang estimated that the doctor's questioning of the owner of the odorless pheromone has formed its own system. It is nothing more than those few questions. Does the odorless pheromone bother you?"

Zhou Chiyu shook his head without hesitation, "No trouble."

"No?" Recalling Song Boyang's complaint before, the doctor pointed out, "The pheromone that lowers the temperature, won't it be cold in winter?"

Zhou Chiyu was taken aback for a moment, probably because he didn't expect the doctor's questioning angle to be a bit tricky, "Fortunately, I'll just wear more clothes."

The doctor on the opposite side said while writing, "Yes, you can wear more clothes when it's cold. If it's the pheromone that raises the temperature, what should I do if it gets hot in summer?"

Standing behind Zhou Chiyu, Song Boyang touched his nose and said with a smile, "Just say that the pheromone that can raise the temperature is mine. He knows it's fine, and I don't mind."

Zhou Chiyu turned his head back in astonishment, he quietly glanced at Song Boyang, and soon caught the meaning behind it from the conversation between the doctor and Song Boyang, he thought for a while, pursed his lips, and made up his mind Said to Song Boyang with determination, "Then in summer, I can lend you some pheromone."

Of course, omega pheromones cannot be "loaned" to others casually, not to mention that Song Boyang is still an alpha, and the mutual attraction of pheromones between ao and ao will stimulate Song Boyang to passively enter estrus early.

It is impossible for Zhou Chiyu, who is talented and has a super memory, to forget this precaution, so Song Boyang felt that it was only a joke that the other party would say that.But Song Boyang is not a person who can't take jokes, so instead of refuting, he followed the other party's words with a smile and asked casually: "You lent me pheromone, so should I return it?"

Zhou Chiyu thought about this question seriously, "Yes."

Then he nodded, with an unexpectedly serious expression, "You can return it to me in winter."

Song Boyang laughed loudly when he heard the words, "This is just right, both of our pheromones can make the best use of everything!"

He answered quickly and casually, as if he didn't take what Zhou Chiyu said just now to heart.

Seeing this, Zhou Chiyu lowered his eyes, but did not answer Song Boyang's words.

The completed doctor handed the completed physical examination form to Zhou Chiyu, and the physical examination form was passed to the doctor next to the door like a football, and finally fell into Song Boyang together with all other physical examination forms in the whole class. palm.

Song Boyang also learned from the lady doctor who measured his height before, using the ability to measure the thickness with the naked eye, he barely divided the stack of physical examination sheets into two fairly even parts, and handed one of them to Zhou Chiyu, and the other The portion is of course reserved for oneself.

The two began to count the number.

Song Boyang finished first, "How much do you have?"

After a few seconds, Zhou Chiyu finished counting the medical examination form in his hand, "24."

Song Boyang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "I am 34 here, and the total is exactly 58." The physical examination went smoothly without any problems, which made Song Boyang feel extremely comfortable, and then he looked at Zhou Chiyu triumphantly Say, "I have ten more medical examination forms than you, but I order them faster than you!"

Zhou Chiyu couldn't help chuckling when he heard that, "I'm sick."

Song Boyang only thought that the other party said good things, and smiled brightly, "Thank you for your compliment!"

Zhou Chiyu carefully stood the watch in his hand upright on the table to align the edges. After sorting it out, he handed it to Song Boyang, who took it neatly and repeated Zhou Chiyu's actions. When adjusting, Song Boyang I accidentally caught a glimpse of the medical examination form at the top, which belonged to Fang Wenze. There was a long list of pheromone smells in the column, and he was also a tasteless pheromone.

Then our class has a lot of tasteless pheromones.

This thought flashed through Song Boyang's heart, but it seemed to pass without a trace, and in the end, like the physical examination form that Song Boyang put in a file bag and sealed, it became private again that cannot be pryed.

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One week after the first monthly exam, A Middle School, which promotes the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor, assigned a new task to each class of the second grade of senior high school—publishing blackboard newspapers.

At this time, the National Day is approaching, and the theme is of course related to patriotism.

The blackboard newspaper is in charge of the literature and art committee. The literature and art committee of Class [-], Senior Secondary Class is named Xia Shitao. She quickly mobilized several students to use the break time to start drawing on the blackboard on the back wall of the classroom.

Jiang Jun sometimes didn't want to do the questions during the big class, so he turned his head to observe the progress of the blackboard report, "Wow, this efficiency is too high! It's only been two days, and I started to prepare for the coloring! She is amazing!"

Although Jun Jiang didn't say who "she" was referring to, Song Boyang, who was at the same table as Jun Jiang, had already heard the meaning behind the words.

Song Boyang poked his head out from the sea of ​​questions, and imitated the other party to turn his head and glance at the blackboard newspaper behind him, with admiration in his eyes, but teasing in his tone, "Oh, how do you say something, What is it called, oh, it is said to be in the eye of the beholder—”

Then Jiang Jun jumped up and covered his mouth.

Jiang Jun looked a little flustered, "You fucking keep your voice down, do you want everyone in the class to know!"

Song Boyang pulled Jiang Jun's hand away, looked Jiang Jun up and down, and encouraged him: "Don't be cowardly, instead of hiding it, let's go directly!"

Jun Jiang: "..."

"If God gave me a chance, I would definitely not tell you about this." Jiang Jun shook his head remorsefully, "You don't have a crush, and you can't exactly understand my feelings."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Jun quickly denied his previous point of view, "That's not true, just with your face, I don't think your road to love will be bumpy. So even if you have someone you like, you can't Feel how I feel."

Song Boyang wondered, "Our heroic classmate Jiang Jun is also not confident in his appearance?"

"Hey, let me tell you, I used to think I was pretty handsome." Jiang Jun shook his head and sighed, "Until I have someone I like."

"Unrequited love can make people anxious about their appearance—" As he spoke, he thought of something, and his eyes turned around Song Boyang's facial features, "Oh, no, the exception is handsome people like you."

After chatting for a few more words, I found that my good brother Song Boyang, who was a little downcast, stopped laughing and being unreasonable. Instead, he put away his casual smile and comforted him solemnly, "Be more confident, what if people like you like this? I really think your facial features are quite regular."

"I am like this?" Jiang Jun laughed at himself, "A sports waste with zero pull-ups? A plain-looking boy who only knows how to study hard?"

Song Boyang rolled his eyes, "It's not certain."

"Just because you think you have no merits doesn't mean that others don't." Song Boyang added, "Besides, you, a boss who sits in the first exam room for many years, are you ashamed to say that you are dead studying? Many people Even if you want to test your score, you won’t be able to pass it.”

"You can see the score." Jiang Jun didn't quite agree with Song Boyang's praise, and there was still a bit of frustration on his face. When he spoke, he habitually looked back, "Damn!"

Song Boyang: "What's wrong?"

"Look, isn't that person standing in the corner behind Zhou Chiyu?" Jiang Jun raised his chin in a certain direction, under the thick transparent resin sheet, he squinted his long and narrow eyes for a closer look, then lowered his voice and complained, "I'm so in danger right now! Xia Shitao seems to have asked Zhou Chiyu to help her publish a blackboard newspaper!"

Song Boyang answered without thinking, "I remember his handwriting is pretty good."

Following Jiang Jun's line of sight, Song Boyang saw that Zhou Chiyu was holding the paintbrush with one hand, and dragging the plastic paintbrush with the other hand. The tip of the brush was turning in the groove of the paintbrush, and the red and yellow gouache was mixed into warm paint. Orange, the hand holding the paintbrush is white and thin, but it is not skinny, but a kind of thinness just right. The extremely ordinary school uniform on him actually brings a somewhat eye-catching clean and bright youthful look .

Jun Jiang chattered in his ear, "Brother Song, Brother Song, as long as I can draw or write better, I can also help her make blackboard newspapers!"

Song Boyang didn't answer, he suddenly remembered that at the closing ceremony of the sports meeting, Zhou Chiyu wrote his name on the sign-in form, and the three words were very beautiful - the kind that could impress Song Boyang .There is also the handwriting on Zhou Chiyu's physical examination form, which is neat, agile and strong.

As the saying goes, calligraphy and painting are not separated, so Song Boyang guessed that Zhou Chiyu might also have some accomplishments in painting?However, even if Zhou Chiyu didn't go to draw, he could still copy the chalk characters on the blackboard, which would be amazing at a glance.

For a while, Song Boyang thought of the gold medal that Zhou Chiyu won in the high jump event at the sports meeting, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, the boss is all-round.

He looked a little more solemn than usual, looked at Jiang Jun and said earnestly: "Comrade Jiang Jun, let me tell the truth, you may really feel a little bit of a sense of crisis."