Get your pheromones

Rong Shiyi doesn't think there's anything wrong with these words. If two people go out together, isn't that rounding off a date?

But the class teacher obviously didn't think so, she just gave Rong Shiyi a complicated look, and walked away holding the handout.

Rong Shiyi didn't know why she looked at him like this, but he didn't take it to heart, and just kept bowing his head and playing his Xiaoxiaole.

A few minutes later, Rong Shiyi gave a "tsk" impatiently.

"what happened?"

When Rong Shiyi was worrying, Song Ci's voice sounded near him.

The man was leaning against the wall, with his schoolbag on one shoulder, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Give me a moment."

Rong Shiyi was probably annoyed by this level, and directly threw the phone into Song Ci's arms.

Song Ci raised his eyes and said with a half-smile:

"beg me?"

Rong Shiyi rolled his eyes: "Please."

"Insincere."

"How to be sincere, you teach me?"

"Brother?"

"You're still raising the price while you're playing Match-Match? You're used to it. I don't need you anymore, give it back to me!"

Rong Shiyi made a gesture to grab his mobile phone, but Song Ci took a step back holding the mobile phone, looking at the screen while turning around to avoid Rong Shiyi's outstretched hand.

By the time Rong Shiyi got his phone back, he had already cleared the game with a full Samsung score.

"Thank you for your patronage. I have recorded this account and will pay it back later."

"Still buying and selling by force??"

Song Ci looked at him with a smile, then paused, and moved to Su Jinyou who was behind Rong Shiyi.

Rong Shiyi noticed his gaze, and followed him to look over, unexpectedly, Su Jinyou was still behind her:

"Any thing else?"

Su Jinyou was already dumbfounded, and only came to her senses when she was asked.

Her eyes were a little dull, and she subconsciously grinned:

"Ah, nothing, nothing."

After that, she turned around stupidly, and even took the first two steps of leaving.

"Come with her?"

Song Ci asked a casual question.

"Yeah." Rong Shiyi put the tea leaves from Su Jinyou into his schoolbag, Song Ci caught a glimpse of it, and he remembered that it was the tea leaves that Su Jinyou was holding in his hand yesterday morning.

"Rong Shiyi, don't you accept gifts from others?"

"It's different this time, it's..." Rong Shiyi felt something was wrong in the middle of speaking:

"Hiss, none of your business?"

Song Ci smiled coolly, and Rong Shiyi knew that when this person had such an expression, the next sentence he uttered would definitely not be good words that would make him happy:

"You can't even ask. Butter is not flammable. Why do you burn it at a little?"

"you!"

It's over, it's taken care of.

In order to prevent Song Ci from continuing, Rong Shiyi wisely chose to shut up.

He followed Song Ci silently and was taken all the way to the library.

Rong Shiyi was thinking all the way how Song Ci invented a new way to torture him, until Song Ci found an empty desk in the corner of the library, then naturally put down his schoolbag and took out his homework.

Rong Shiyi was a little strange: "You want me to be your book boy?"

Song Ci thought about it:

"How can you miss me so much? I want you to study hard, so today, it's difficult to recite the road to Shu?"

"Are you sick? I didn't even bring my Chinese papers."

"It's easy to say." Song Ci found a piece of paper from his bag, buried his head in writing for a while, and when he pushed the paper to Rong Shiyi, there was already a complete "Difficult Road to Shu" silently written on it. It was also thoughtfully annotated with pinyin.

Rong Shiyi picked it up and took a look:

"The road to Shu is difficult? It's because Li Bai has never met you. It is difficult to serve Song Ci."

He roughly glanced at it, then raised his eyes and sighed:

"Song Ci, why can't you let me go?"

Song Ci didn't raise his eyes, just shrugged:

"Probably because I like strawberry cream."

"Fine!"

Rong Shiyi didn't bother too much, he patted the piece of paper generously:

"Since this is the last thing Song Papi squeezed the little slave, then I don't care about it with you anymore. I will recite it, but I need your grace until tomorrow. I am going to work now."

"Isn't the barbecue ten o'clock in the evening? It's only 06:30 now."

"I'm going to help out at the convenience store from seven to 09:30."

"Tsk."

"The young master doesn't understand the world of Xiao Rong, a beating worker." Rong Shiyi carefully folded the paper and emphasized very stinkingly:

"Oh, from now on, you're in Class [-] and I'm in Class [-], so we probably won't meet again. We're people from two worlds, President, please be safe."

The corners of Rong Shiyi's eyes and brows were full of happiness visible to the naked eye, like a puppy wagging its tail, Song Ci saw it, and hesitated to speak for a while.

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't want to spoil Rong Shiyi's interest, so he just smiled and nodded in the end:

"Okay, then I wish you...Happy every day."

"I would have done it without you."

Rong Shiyi waved at Song Ci, and walked away with his schoolbag on his back.

He has always been a man of his word. Since he promised Song Ci to recite the text, he even recited it when he was in the convenience store. The store manager was surprised, and he even thought that Rong Shiyi was a serious and hardworking person. Good student, Rong Shiyi was embarrassed.

Even in the middle of the night, Rong Shiyi was supposed to be sleeping in bed, but thanks to Song Ci, he was still reciting the hateful classical Chinese with the desk lamp on.

He originally thought that he could recite this thing backwards in an hour, but it turned out that he was thinking too much.

Rong Shiyi ruffled her hair irritably, and wanted to read the article again, but after halfway through it, her mind wandered elsewhere.

Should I say it or not, the word Song Ci is surprisingly beautiful.

Rong Shiyi propped his chin with one hand, picked up the paper and took a closer look, then he found a random piece of paper from his desk, and copied the words of Song Ci stroke by stroke.

Rong Shiyi's handwriting is not good-looking, not even neat and tidy. At this time, he can draw a picture according to the full-score homework, but he can learn a seven-to-eight score.

"Little Yi, what are you doing?"

While Rong Shiyi was seriously writing stroke by stroke, his door was knocked twice suddenly, and then Rong Zhiqing walked in with a plate of fruit.

Rong Shiyi shivered in fright, hurriedly put together a few pieces of paper on the table, and then pressed her elbow to prevent Rong Zhiqing from reading it.

"Look." Rong Zhiqing put down the fruit plate with a smile, and seeing that Rong Shiyi still had no intention of getting up, she sighed, pretending to be sad:

"Sure enough, when the child grows up, there will be little secrets for mother to read."

"No, no, no." Rong Shiyi surrendered, and obediently handed the paper to Rong Zhiqing.

Rong Zhiqing took it with a smile and took a look, a little surprised in her eyes:

"This is written by your classmate? The handwriting is really good."

Rong Shiyi is unhappy now, like a dog begging for boasting:

"Look at mine, I wrote it too, isn't it pretty?"

"Looks good." Rong Zhiqing nodded:

"Is it today's homework?"

"No, I didn't bring my Chinese documents. He silently gave me a copy and asked me to recite the texts." Rong Shiyi's tone was full of disgust.

"That's it." Rong Zhiqing felt a little different:

"Is it the one you watched the movie with last time?"

"It's him."

"Is it an Omega?"

"No." Rong Shiyi knew that Rong Zhiqing's intentions were wrong, he paused, and said deliberately:

"It's a stinky Alpha."

Hearing what he said, Rong Zhiqing just smiled and shook her head, and closed the door for him before leaving.

Rong Shiyi continued to learn the characters of Song Ci with her head down, and when she became interested, she patiently finished writing the whole "The Road to Shu" is difficult.

After finishing writing, Rong Shiyi felt more and more satisfied the more he read it, and after comparing it carefully, he felt that the writing was not much different from the version of Song Ci!

He was swollen and eager to share his achievements with others, but he couldn't find the right person after searching, so he could only click on the "Gou Song Ci" dialog box.

"[picture]"

"Guess who wrote this."

On the other side, Song Ci, who was brushing questions on the mobile phone, saw the message popping up on the top. He didn't want to pay attention to it and crossed it out casually.

He clicked on the picture posted by Rong Shiyi, looked at the bold and far-fetched handwriting on the paper that carried his shadow, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he wrote blankly:

"Wow, it's so beautiful, my God, how can I be so lucky to see such beautiful and beautiful handwriting in my lifetime? I want to cry bitterly for it, and shout three times to the sky-'Rong Shiyi, eternal God! '"

The little flame of pride in Rong Shiyi's heart was extinguished.

Song Ci is the real master of perfunctory.

"roll."

Rong Shiyi resisted the urge to block this person again, he turned off the desk lamp, lay down on the bed with Song Ci's original text, and wanted to recite it again before going to bed.

But the text was a bit of a mouthful, and he got stuck again in the second half.

Rong Shiyi turned on the phone's flashlight and took a look, then seemed to think of something, brought the piece of paper to the tip of her nose and sniffed it lightly.

There is also a faint smell of brandy on the paper.

It's aggressive when it's strong, but provocative when it's lighter.

Although Rong Shiyi didn't want to admit it, the smell was really good after smelling it for a long time.