Get your pheromones

The summer vacation is over, and the students in Class [-] also ushered in their senior year of high school life.

During the final exam last semester, the overall progress of class [-] was a leap forward, so the principal praised them for a long time at the opening ceremony, from their learning attitude to their grades, and finally praised Rong Shiyi, a medical miracle,? After a heavy compliment, he was asked to go up to receive the award.

When his name was called, everyone else was dumbfounded.

Rong Shiyi didn't know that there was still this link in advance, so he looked left and right,? Everyone around him was congratulating him.

Yun Qingqing patted her on the shoulder:

"Go up."

"... Oh." Rong Shiyi nodded, walked up the steps step by step, and stood on the rostrum.

He suddenly remembered that the last time he stood here was when Song Ci pulled him up to do radio gymnastics in the first semester of his third year of high school.

How come it's still the same embarrassment now.

Lao Wang didn't notice his mental activity, and handed him the prize with a smile——

A complete set of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation".

Rong Shiyi got a headache when he saw this thing.

"Can you change it to another one? I've written this stuff before. I think the fairy tale book over there is also good."

Rong Shiyi complained in a low voice.

Lao Wang patted the writing, glanced at the principal, and whispered:

"That's for the elementary school,? You can lose face."

"it's okay no problem."

The principal of No. [-] Middle School is a kind-hearted old lady. She heard the conversation between the two, and she actually took a book of fairy tales and put it in Rong Shiyi's arms.

It was a three-dimensional hardcover book "Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf" with pinyin markings.

"While working hard, you can't lose your innocence. Rong Shiyi, right? Your hair color is beautiful."

The headmaster smiled.

This made Rong Shiyi embarrassed, he touched his nose, and choked out a "thank you" for a long time.

He was holding his Wusan and Fairy Tale books, looked down and saw human faces, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar person walking from the other side of the boulevard.

Good dog, late.

He thanked the principal and Lao Wang, and ran back to the end of the tenth class like a gust of wind.

Xiao Lin bumped him with an elbow:

"Yo, Rongrong, how does it feel to be praised in public?"

Rong Shiyi pretended to say:

"Okay."

"Let me see, what kind of prize is this, Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf??"

"This is called innocence!"

Rong Shiyi curled her lips, snatched her Little Red Riding Hood back in disgust, and then pointed to Song Ci who had just arrived by her side:

"have a look."

"That's great, I'll tell you tonight."

Rong Shiyi rolled his eyes at him.

He leaned closer to Song Ci, and suddenly smelled a strange smell.

He was quite familiar with the taste, it was creamy.

Rong Shiyi leaned closer and sniffed, and found a trace of pheromone in the creamy smell.

are Omega pheromones.

He has always been sensitive to these smells, but he didn't think too much, just asked:

"Why is the president still late?"

"I am busy."

Song Ci grabbed his shoulders:

"It's not the president, Xiao Song has resigned to the next senior year."

"whispering sound."

In the past three days, the marks on Rong Shiyi's body have not come off, and there is always an inexplicable sense of satisfaction when he is close to Song Ci.

He whispered:

"Hey, let me bite you next time. I can't let you take all the cheap things."

"Okay."

Song Ci smiled and showed his canine teeth:

"You are always welcome at the back of my neck."

"Come on."

Entering the third year of high school, the rhythm is obviously much faster than the third year of high school.

Morning and evening self-study, which was originally only available in class one, has become standard for grades, and class ten is no exception.However, although the tenth class as a whole is quite serious, there are still some people who should play and sleep during class.

This group of people study by themselves in the morning to catch up on sleep, half of them study in the evening for self-study, and the other half play board games together.

Rong Shiyi really wanted to join them, but every time he was eager to try, his boyfriend would always push him on the seat and continue to study the questions.

Rong Shiyi resigned to her fate.

The third year of high school started more than a week earlier than other grades, and this week was regarded as a make-up period, so Yun Qingqing stayed in No. [-] Middle School during this period.

On the last day of the make-up period, the last session in the afternoon is a self-study class.

Rong Shiyi had just finished writing a math paper given by his teacher Xiao Song, and was playing with his head down.

His last account was cleared overnight by a dog, so this person registered a small account with Song Ci's mobile phone number, and after more than half a year of piecemeal play, he almost passed the original level.

When he was playing, Song Ci was correcting the paper for him.

Rong Shiyi didn't raise her eyes, and said harshly on her own:

"Let me tell you, I have mastered the question this time, and a three-digit test is not a problem!"

"Really?" Song Ci slightly hooked his lips.

"Really!" But hearing him ask like this, Rong Shiyi was always a little uncertain.

He sneaked a sideways glance, just in time to meet Song Ci spreading the paper in front of his eyes:

"Congratulations, one hundred and nine."

"!!"

Rong Shiyi didn't even care about Xiaoxiaole, he took the paper and looked at it carefully, not daring to say:

"one hundred and nine!"

"What one hundred and nine?"

Xiao Lin who was moved to the front seat shivered.

"I passed one hundred and nine in the math test!"

Rong Shiyi stood up and grabbed Xiao Lin's shoulder, shaking it vigorously as if desperately.

"Cow!!"

Xiao Lin gave him a thumbs up, fell back to sleep.

Song Ci raised his hand to rub his hair:

"It's very powerful. Make a note of the wrong question. I will copy the question and write it again for you tomorrow."

"alright."

Rong Shiyi is in a good mood and doesn't care about him.

He stood up the paper and looked at the red tick on it with complacency.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone standing by the back door, so he subconsciously took a look and found that it was Yun Qingqing.

Yun Qingqing seemed to be in a daze, after a while, she smiled slightly, then turned around as if preparing to leave.

When she turned around, she saw Rong Shiyi, looked at him for a moment, and then made a silent movement.

Rong Shiyi was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what that meant, Yun Qingqing had already left.

He immediately got up and chased after him through the back door.

Yun Qingqing had already reached the stairs, Rong Shiyi looked at her back and stopped her:

"Miss Qingqing!"

Yun Qingqing paused and looked back at him.

Rong Shiyi didn't know how to speak for a moment. With his hands behind his back, he suddenly realized that he had also brought out the paper just now, so he stepped forward to show Yun Qingqing the paper:

"The math paper that Song Ci gave me just now, I passed [-], but I can't do the questions with P points. The dots are moving around, it's annoying to death."

"Xiaohong is great. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it. There is still one year left. Let Song Ci teach you more."

"I think so too. Hey, I have an idea. Tell me, if I improve by [-] points a year and a month in the future, will I be able to take the college entrance examination?"

Yun Qingqing was amused by him:

"Theoretically, that seems to be the case."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Finally, Rong Shiyi touched his ears and said:

"Are you leaving now?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to everyone?"

"I'm not very good at saying goodbye. I'm afraid I'll cry again, and it's too embarrassing."

"We're not laughing at you. It's the last class. To be a human being, you have to start and finish."

Yun Qingqing looked at him for a while, and finally curled the corners of her lips and nodded:

"it is good."

Rong Shiyi slipped into the classroom again through the back door.

In the self-study class, Ma Hu was playing backgammon with his tablemate, while Su Jinyou and Xiao Lin were throwing paper balls at each other.

Some boisterous.

But the commotion stopped the moment Yun Qingqing came in.

Yun Qingqing stepped onto the podium, as naturally as usual:

"Sorry, I'm taking up everyone's self-study class. Let's talk about a poem today."

Sloppy put away his backgammon, Xiao Lin and Su Jinyou also stopped rubbing paper balls, and even the students sleeping in the back row sat up consciously.

Dozens of people quietly watched Yun Qingqing write beautiful writing on the blackboard.

It was "Farewell" by Du Mu.

At the same time she finished writing the last word, the get out of class bell rang.

Yun Qingqing put the chalk back into the box, smiled and clapped her hands:

"Students, get out of class is over!"

Rong Shiyi performed the duties of the representative of the Chinese class:

"stand up!"

A group of teenagers stood up in unison, and bowed to the stage in an orderly manner:

"goodbye teacher!--"

Yun Qingqing took a step back, waved at them, and responded:

"Goodbye!"

But she didn't leave immediately, but seriously looked at every student in class ten again.

Sloppy suddenly raised his hand:

"Teacher! We have prepared a gift for you!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran to the back of the classroom, opened the cabinet, and took out a large box.

Another boy prepared a small box, and the two put it on the podium together.

Carelessly opened the big box, inside is a big cake, the color is very strange, not really pretty.But there are many small frames on the surface of the cake, and all the photos of the tenth class are printed on them.

There is a group photo of Su Jinyou and her little sisters, a group photo of the tenth men's basketball team winning the runner-up in the sports meeting, and a photo of the cast and crew of the cultural festival backstage.

Another small box contained a photo album, Yun Qingqing flipped through to the end, and there was a page left empty.

"This page is reserved for posting graduation photos, and I will make it up for you when the time comes."

The boy scratched his head.

"Okay, okay." Yun Qingqing's eyes were still red.

Just at this time, Lao Wang passed by the door of the tenth class, poked his head in and took a look:

"Yo, what's this for? Got some cake?"

Yun Qingqing just cut off a piece and handed it to him first:

"You eat too."

Lao Wang took it in satisfaction, and when he lowered his eyes, he suddenly saw the familiar red on his piece of cake:

"Hey, there are red hairs printed on the cake, if I eat it, I won't become as stupid as him."

This Rong Shiyi didn't want to, he stood on the chair and held up the math paper to Old Wang:

"I'm so smart! I just passed [-] in the math test!"

He can do this for a year.

Yun Qingqing cut another piece of cake:

"Okay, okay, you are the smartest, come on, this piece has Song Ci on it, here it is for you."

He yelled carelessly:

"Smelly couple!!"

Class [-] students had a quarrel for a long time, until the last night of self-study, and no one shed tears when they really parted.

During class time, everyone couldn't send Yun Qingqing to the school gate, so a group of people stood at the window and waved at the people downstairs.

Yun Qingqing turned her head three times a step, and waited until she disappeared at the end of the boulevard before everyone sat back in their seats.

Rong Shiyi propped his chin and looked out the window for a long time, until Song Ci knocked him on the head:

"I wrote the title."

Rong Shiyi slowly moved her eyes to him:

"Dog, I find you a little indifferent."

"Ok?"

Rong Shiyi thought about it.

Basketball games, cultural festivals, final exams, and this difference.When the emotions of the people around him fluctuate greatly, Song Ci will always remain indifferent, as if the joys and sorrows of the people around him have nothing to do with him.

Although he is always smiling and treats people and things just right, Rong Shiyi always feels that he is a little indifferent.

Of course, the exception is when you make trouble for him or bully him.

Rong Shiyi spoke out what was in her heart:

"For example, if you don't like me one day, you must let go of me, you dog. I'm the one who feels sad."

"Will you feel sad?" Song Ci was a little funny.

"No, I'll beat you up."

"Don't worry." Song Ci sighed:

"There is no such possibility, I mean your last sentence."

He found a few books from the table and put them in his bag:

"I won't go to the evening self-study. I have marked three questions for you today. You can look at them tonight. Don't always play werewolf killing with them. I will play after writing the questions. I will check tomorrow. You can go home or live in my place at night. You can see what you like."

"Where are you going?" Rong Shiyi froze for a moment:

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"There's something wrong, no need."

Song Ci glanced at the time and simply got up and left.

When passing by Rong Shiyi, he smelled the faint trace of pheromone from this person again.

He frowned.

Xiao Lin glanced at him and asked:

"Hey, Song Ci is always late these two days, why did he leave early today?"

After he mentioned it, Rong Shiyi remembered.

This person has been absent from his morning self-study three times recently, and Rong Shiyi has been living at home recently, so I don't know what he did there.

Holmes looked out the window and stroked his chin thoughtfully:

"Why do I feel that the dog is hiding something from me?"

"It's over, Rongrong, according to my many years of experience in making dramas, do you know what the next plot will be after this line?"

Xiao Lin couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Say."

"Everyone has a seven-year itch, why did you two get itchy in just seven months?"

"???"

tickle you big headed ghost

The author has something to say: It’s okay, it’s okay

感谢在2021-10-18?14:39:49~2021-10-19?03:58:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Shanhe Zhuoli? 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：一只小团子?8瓶；山河灼里?7瓶；肥硕大猫?5瓶；「倾玖」?3瓶；深海?2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard