The Pheromones Say We Have No Chance

At nine o'clock that night, the group of parents of the school students was extremely lively, and there were all kinds of weird videos all the way down.

Director Xu:?

Principal Zhang:? 0.0

Director Wu: ...

After working hard for a week, the high school students who had just finished their entrance exams couldn't hold back the restlessness in their hearts, and turned the review session into a posing.

Teacher Xu: 7-109,3, 503-[-], what happened to your two dormitories? Why didn’t I know you had ovens and microwave ovens when I checked the dormitories that day?

"7-109 Xu Peipei withdrew a message."

"3-503 Wu Xiao withdrew a message."

Teacher Xu: Come to my office tomorrow and explain how illegal electrical appliances were brought into the school.

Director Wu: ...you can do whatever you want, anyway, the exams will start tomorrow afternoon, so you can be proud tonight.

As soon as Director Wu said this, more than half of the people in the group lost their booing, but the freshmen were fearless and continued to swarm.

[3-101 Jing Ximing]: [Video]

Xiao Yan was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the phone on the desk kept ringing.

"When did he become so popular?" Tang Yuan said enviously, "I really want to be surrounded by news so that I am not alone."

Fan Yue felt guilty and didn't dare to speak.

When Xiao Yan came out, he saw hundreds of messages on his phone, most of which were cordial greetings from his classmates.

"Brother Yan, look at the school student group, Luo Zhiyu is scolding you in different ways, I remember your pheromone is orange flavor."

"It doesn't matter if you two are related, why are you so confused?"

"Brother Yan, Luo Zhiyu is saying self-criticism to the orange, and the bgm is still the Great Compassion Mantra!"

"Luo Zhiyu, if you want it, I'll go after it."

"How is the premarital examination going? Luo Zhiyu is not satisfied with you?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Just said to get along well and not cause trouble, Luo Zhiyu persisted for a few minutes, he was thinking that the culprit didn't know how to avoid suspicion, so he sent him another message, and the note he gave Luo Zhiyu was in his dangling in front of his eyes.

[Cicada]: What did you remark to me?Fairy frowns.jpg

[Cicada]: Who told you to call me Cicada, ah?

[Smoke filled]: Who told you to stew oranges in a pot to contain mine, ah?

[Cicada]: You took all my pots and pans, so you still don’t take my connotation with you, huh?

[Smoke filled]: It's too late for you.smile.jpg

[Smoke fills the air]: You're done, I'm suffering from bad reviews.smile upside down.jpg

[Got it]:?

Luo Zhiyu was playing a game, and as soon as he opened Xiao Yan's friend interface, he saw the note Xiao Yan had given him.

[Class Three - Green Turtle? You are invited to join the 5v5 game].

Green turtle?

Luo Zhiyu clicked Agree and entered the game.

Class [-]-Green-haired Turtle: Damn, dad, I admire you, dad, the forum has built three buildings for you, all of which are about the love and hatred between you and Luo Zhiyu, and you can still play games.

Class Three-Green Turtle: But we all know you are innocent.

Class Three - Green Turtle: It's all Luo Zhiyu's fault, I absolutely believe you, Luo Zhiyu is nothing.

The smoke filled the air: ?What about your mother?

Class Three-Green Turtle: What the fuck?Is he really my mother?

The smoke filled the air: ? ? ?I'm scolding you, scolding you with all my heart!

Gunpowder filled the air: I don't understand your father scolding you, right?

Class Three - Green Turtle: I understand, I understand.

Smoke filled: You know what a fart.

The torrential rain gradually subsided and turned into continuous autumn rain. For a whole week, when Luo Zhiyu went out, he held an umbrella to hide from the small puddles on the side of the concrete road.Until Saturday, the sky will be considered a little clear.

There will be an earthquake relief drill in the middle of next Monday, and on the campus on weekends, teachers and members of the student union are making relevant preparations.

"A little to the left." Luo Zhiyu sat on the climbing ladder and drew a blackboard newspaper. Xiao Yan helped him adjust the position of the ladder, "Yes, yes, right, right here, right here, that's fine."

"Be careful." Xiao Yan stopped.

"Very stable." Luo Zhiyu stomped his feet.

The big blackboard near the school gate is like a landmark of No. [-] Middle School. It has been in use since the school was established decades ago. Although other schools have generally started to use electronic screens, the big blackboard of No. [-] Middle School has never been abandoned. use.Luo Zhiyu sat on it to draw pictures, and sang an English song he had just learned from music class, while Xiao Yan leaned against the climbing ladder, reading his vocabulary book.

"Is there a green fur turtle in your class?" Luo Zhiyu recalled the game he played a few days ago.

"Green-haired turtle?" Xiao Yan frowned and thought for a while, "You should be talking about Lu Minggui."

"What a nickname..." Luo Zhiyu said with disgust.

After a week of rain, the entire campus seems to have re-adjusted the contrast, and the colors are much brighter.

"At the beginning, I should have made a poster and hung it up directly, so that I don't have to hand-paint it. I haven't drawn such a big blackboard newspaper before. The tradition of No. [-] Middle School is really amazing." Luo Zhiyu wiped his hands with a blackboard eraser chalk box, "I'm hungry, shouldn't it be time to eat?"

Xiao Yan took the phone and looked at the time: "Tang Yuan should be here to deliver the meal soon, why don't you come down first."

"Call work..." Luo Zhiyu used too much force, the bottom of the chalk box fell off, and chalk tips of various colors smashed all over Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan: "Luo Zhiyu, your skin is itchy, right?"

"Hahahaha, I'm sorry..." Luo Zhiyu climbed down the escalator, put Xiao Yan's shoulders on his shoulders, and patted off the chalk dust on his head.

"stop laughing?"

"Take it." Xiao Yan patted the ashes on his clothes, raised his hand and threw a can of peach soda to Luo Zhiyu, "Don't shake it, don't point it at me."

Luo Zhiyu opened the jar, licked away the small peach-flavored air bubbles, and looked up at the sky with innocent eyes.

Due to the unbalanced credits, there are only five people in the painting group of the Literature and Art Department this year, Luo Zhiyu from the third class, Yan Zihan from the sixth class, Lu Lu from the first class, and Tang Yuan and Xiao Yan from the sophomore student union.

But considering that Lu Lu was quarantined in the dormitory this week, Yan Zihan's spicy strip flavored pheromone was too fragrant, and Luo Zhiyu was always clinging to others. In the end, only Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan who came to supervise the work were arranged for this issue.

"According to this progress, we should be able to finish the painting in the afternoon." Luo Zhiyu raised his head and evaluated the results of his work in the morning.

There is a separate area on the right side of the blackboard for the name of the creator. Luo Zhiyu just touched the blackboard with the chalk in his hand and changed his mind.

"You write, you are the planner, I am the creator, and I will fill in for your roommate." Luo Zhiyu handed the chalk to Xiao Yan, "My handwriting is ugly, so I won't embarrass the school."

"It's a beautiful painting, why is it embarrassing." Xiao Yan neatly wrote down the names of several people in the creation column, "I've seen your copybooks, you shouldn't practice thin golden body."

"Huh?" Luo Zhiyu was at a loss, "My mother asked me to practice for three years."

I was stunned to practice cursive script.

The two chatted against the big blackboard for half an hour, but they didn't see Tang Yuan coming to deliver the meal.

"Where are you?" Xiao Yan called his roommate, "Cicada and I are waiting for your lunch."

From the other end of the phone and the end of the playground, there were two ghostly cries and wolf howls at the same time: "There are cats, there are cats, cats..."

A figure carrying a packed lunch box quickly jumped past the sight of the two, followed by several big orange cats.

Luo Zhiyu: "What's wrong with your fierce dorm?"

"It's okay." Xiao Yan put the phone away, "His pheromone smells like catnip, but he's afraid of cats."