The Pheromones Say We Have No Chance

Xiao Yan: "..."

"I..." Fan Yue opened his mouth several times, but was speechless.

In the office of the Student Affairs Office, Director Xu was correcting the test papers of his class. The door of the office was knocked twice from the outside, and two members of the student union who were on duty tonight came in.

"Hello, Director Xu." Fan Yue found the duty file box of the student union by the bookcase, took out today's duty record and put it on the top, "Our duty tonight is over."

"Thank you for your hard work. Just leave the form where it was." Director Xu raised his head and asked routinely, "Did any student violate the rules today?"

"Yes." The students in Class Seven nodded.

"Tell me?"

Fan Yue took up the conversation: "In the first grade, there are a few who did not ask for leave for self-study, and there is also a pair of AO who fell in love with each other. This was caught by the vice principal, and they have already criticized the education and deducted points."

"Just these few?" Director Xu approved another copy of the homework in his hand while speaking, "It's good, it should be the beginning of school, everyone still thinks about it, and I haven't caught any late self-study to eat takeaway yet. Yes, thank you for your hard work."

"...It's not hard." The two student union members answered with a guilty conscience and a little lost soul, they turned and left without looking into Director Xu's eyes.

"I just entered the second year of high school. Are you all under a lot of study pressure?" Director Xu asked as he looked at the vain footsteps of the two students.

"It's okay." The two hurriedly closed the office door and let out a long breath.

"That immortal dance..." asked the beta boy from class seven.

"We don't have fairy dances, we don't do this." Fan Yue quickly motioned him to keep his voice down, and pulled him away from Director Xu's office door, "Just pretend you didn't see it, or you'll really be a fairy dance."

In the classroom of Grade 3 ([-]), Luo Zhiyu, who was full of food and drink, piled two piles of textbooks on the table, and lay on the table to listen to the teacher's evaluation of the test papers.What happened just now, like a short video, played repeatedly in his brain many times.

On the rooftop, Xiao Yan stared at him blankly for a long while, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips, the bamboo stick in his hand pierced the last ball in the box, raised his hand and threw the box into the box not far away. In the trash can, walk away.

The study efficiency of evening self-study is not high. Luo Zhiyu doesn't like inefficient study. He noticed that he was a little distracted. The chalk words on the blackboard began to double in his eyes. Covering up, he checked the message he hadn't replied to just now.

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: Smile.jpg, Luo Zhilei's classmate.

[It’s not cicada]: You type my name correctly first.

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: [Baidu Encyclopedia Link: Immortal Jump].

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: Fairy frowns.jpg

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: Do you think I look like the kind of person who can dance like a fairy?

For some reason, the scene of Xiao Yan sitting in front of their military training phalanx and eating melons suddenly appeared in front of Luo Zhiyu's eyes. He was thinking about this, but he didn't notice the slight curvature of the corner of his mouth.

"Have you had enough drinking or are you listening to class?" Jing Ximing reminded him in a low voice, "It's class, what are you laughing at?"

Luo Zhiyu looked up from a stack of books: "This class is really interesting."

Jing Ximing: "..."

[It’s not cicada]: Like, very like.

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: Let's fight.

[It’s not cicada]: You want to fight omega, you are shameless.

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: ...

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: I was only deducted a few points for lateness and class skipping in the last school year. You can count how many scapegoats I have been deducted since you came to No. [-] Middle School.

[It’s not cicada]: Blame me?You can't be... Pengci'er, right?

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: ...

[It’s not cicada]: You have a problem yourself, you know?You are not as good as me, I will not be

"The classmate in the middle of the back row, that's right, the one who keeps looking down at the blackboard." The math teacher on the podium hasn't recognized all the students in the class, and hasn't brought the list of students in the class. She points to Luo Zhiyu "Tell me how to solve this problem."

Luo Zhiyu: "?" What?Where did it go.

He stood up, only to realize that at some point, several students were already standing in the classroom, probably none of them could answer. The short student in the first row cast him a begging look, and the math teacher seemed to believe that he could answer the question. After answering, he stared at him motionlessly, with some encouragement and hope in his eyes.

"Teacher." Luo Zhiyu said politely, "Excuse me, which question is it?"

During the evening self-study in the second half of Monday, a row of nine students in Class [-] stood at the door of the classroom for punishment, and they were punished by copying while hanging out in the moonlight by the side of the aisle.

"Ms. Zhang is a new transfer, and she is famously fierce." Lin Ziyi said with admiration, "How dare you not listen to her class."

Those with good grades and those with bad grades were kicked out together, and they were treated equally. Everyone thought it was fair, and a deep friendship was immediately established in the process.

"I didn't do not attend class on purpose." Luo Zhiyu leaned over the railing and looked downstairs, "I just think late self-study classes are very inefficient, so I might as well have a good rest."

A group of students tasted the ideological consciousness of this boss, combined with their own grades, wanted to agree, but dared not.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the classes that borrowed evening self-study classes continued to procrastinate, and the classes that normally had self-study classes dismissed get out of class one after another.Xiao Yan carried a schoolbag and a book of exercises in his hand, and went downstairs with Fan Yue, Tang Yuan and the others. When passing the stairs, he saw a row of people who were punished to stand by the door of the third class.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Yuan asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"It's so rare, I'll go to see the excitement." Xiao Yan deviated from the original route downstairs, and waved to his roommates, "You guys go back first."

"Hey." Fan Yue failed to stop his roommate in the crowd, and could only watch his roommate walk backwards, walking towards the classroom of Class 3 ([-]).

There was one more person in the team standing outside the door of the third class.

"Hi~" Xiao Yan leaned over and greeted him friendly.

"Go away." Luo Zhiyu glanced at the school uniform of the person next to him, "Your color is different from ours."

"You are so good that you were fined to copy?" Xiao Yan leaned over to read Luo Zhiyu's notebook, and blatantly stood at the door of the third class to watch the excitement.

Xiao Yan: "Well, the characters are just like the person." They are all sloppy.

Luo Zhiyu: "..." Damn it.

A box of octopus balls wants to bribe him, dreaming.

It was quite cold at night in early autumn, so Luo Zhiyu put on a school uniform. He blew the cold wind in the corridor for a long time, and his fingers were a little stiff. When he saw Xiao Yan, he suddenly wanted to warm up.

"Is it uncomfortable if you don't ask for a beating for a day?" Luo Zhiyu rubbed his sore wrist, and moved half a step towards the back door of the classroom.

"Huh?" Xiao Yan took a step back, "I didn't, I just stopped by to see you."

"Isn't it you who touch porcelain, can I stand here as punishment?" Luo Zhiyu picked up the broom next to the back door of the classroom, "Who asked you to send me a message in class? It's just right, don't leave when you come."

"What are you doing? Take me with you?" Xiao Yan didn't panic at all this time, he didn't even hide from the broom, "Then you hand over the chat records again, and the fairy dance will also be deducted. Not bad."

"You don't want it anymore?" Luo Zhiyu asked, "Very good, I admire you."

Students in the back row: "???"

Teacher Zhang just finished class, and rushed out when he heard the movement here: "What are you two doing?"

She faced the students in the class: "What's the matter with you, you don't listen in class, and you don't take the punishment seriously. Do you want to be called a parent?"

Then she turned to the sophomore student: "What's the matter with you, you don't go back to the dormitory after class, what are you doing at the door of our third class?"

Teacher Zhang tried to look at the name tags of the two students' school uniforms, and wanted to memorize the names of the two students and hand them over to the class teacher, but she saw two identical names on the school uniforms of the two students.

0301? Xiao Yan

Teacher Zhang:"?"

She concentrated on teaching and didn't pay much attention to the school news. She came to the school only in the evening when there were classes, and she didn't know about the morning meeting. She had never dealt with this kind of situation before, so she was a little at a loss on the spot.

"Which of you two is Xiao Yan?" Teacher Zhang asked with a straight face.

"Mr. Zhang." Luo Zhiyu raised his hand, "I am."

"I was distracted in class and got into a fight at school. The circumstances were extremely bad. I have fully realized my mistakes. Please deduct more credits from me!"