The O that wants to mark the A

"Let's look at the second question again. Let the function f(x) have a second order derivative from negative infinity to positive infinity, and..."

On the podium of Class A of the third grade in the elementary department, a middle-aged male teacher with a face in Chinese characters is teaching seriously, with a melodious tone and a voice as bright as a bell, but to Luo Can, it is like a piece of music without melody, dry echoed in the classroom.

It is the third class in the morning.Because he didn't have much appetite, he only drank a glass of milk for breakfast. He was a little hungry after the first class, and the uneasiness hidden in his heart took advantage of it. As time went by, the two together ate away his spiritual power. Exhausted, pulling his soul out of his body one by one.

Something heavy was pressing on his heart, and it kept getting heavier. His thoughts began to be scattered and chaotic. The hand holding the pen often stopped inexplicably, forgetting what to write next, or the phrase Saying - "I hate pushing an inch."

He had no choice but to bite his back molars for a while, and the tip of his tongue for a while, forcing himself to temporarily forget the discomfort in his heart through this unobtrusive way.

However it didn't work.

Reminding yourself to forget again and again is equivalent to reminding yourself over and over again.

The more I think about it, the more my heart sinks, and the more I think about it, the more I can't concentrate on listening to the class.Later, listening to lectures became a means for him to relieve pain and distract his attention.

In a daze, the voice of the male teacher on the podium came closer: "Student Luo Can, classmate Luo Can?"

He turned his head, and the other party's Chinese-character face was only a foot away from him, and he was looking at him carefully: "Your complexion is very bad, and your lips seem to be broken. If you feel uncomfortable, please take time off and go to the school hospital to have a look."

The pain on the tip of the tongue suddenly became very sharp, Luo Can tasted a faint fishy smell, managed to squeeze out a light smile, and at the same time wiped away the blood seeping on the lips without any trace: "Maybe it's because I haven't seen it recently. Rest well, I'm a little angry, I just go to the bathroom and deal with it myself."

After getting the teacher's permission, he reached into the belly of the table, took out a tissue and secretly hid half a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

After leaving the classroom door, he turned right and walked a few steps into the smoking room next to the toilet.

The smoking room was empty. After entering, he locked the lock behind his back, hung his school uniform coat on the coat rack in the corner, then walked to the ashtray on the other wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Luo Can has no addiction to cigarettes, and only smokes when he is in an unstable mood, but in recent months he has smoked especially a lot.

It's impossible not to smoke, and if you don't smoke, you can't survive those moments when you can't see Si Xia.

The smoke is like a special medicine, just one sip, and the cold mint flavor will fill the whole mouth and nasal cavity, but it rushes to the forehead in a blink of a finger, pulling his chaotic thoughts back to a neat line.

His heart was no longer disturbed, no longer upset, just cold, like cold water being injected into the blood vessels, gradually spreading throughout the body.

White smoke rose slowly, a little blue in the light of the smoking room.Through the smoke, he seemed to be able to see Zhou Sixia sitting in the classroom at the other end of the corridor.

He really wanted to go over and see each other now.

If you can't touch it, it's better to get closer and have a look.

But no.

In the Nuoya Public School he attended, most of the parents of the students are either rich or expensive. In order to prevent some embarrassing things from happening, the preparatory and elementary departments of the public school are divided into classes according to ABO attributes, and the classrooms are also arranged in ABO order. They are not allowed to hang out between classes, and the teacher's office is in the middle of the floor, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him, and he can't get through.

It's not the second grade now either, he and Sixia have quit the student union, so they can't use school affairs as an excuse to meet each other.

After several puffs and puffs, the smoke was burned out, and the smoke was converted into clean air by the purifier, and Si Xia disappeared, leaving only a cigarette butt stained with blood between two fingers.

He poked the cigarette butt into the white sand, took out his mobile phone and flicked for a while, then put on his coat, and went to the toilet to wash his face and hands as if nothing had happened.

Three minutes before the end of get out of class, Zhou Sixia caught a glimpse of the phone screen in the belly of the table lit up, and he quietly pulled out the phone to take a look.

Luo Can sent a message, asking him to meet at the reserved location on the second floor of the student cafeteria at noon.

He knew that Luo Can was longing for his pheromone comfort.

Moreover, the other party's desire is unprecedentedly high - it is not the first time he has received similar text messages, but most of them are sent in the afternoon; the locations chosen are almost all closed rooms or secluded places, because there is no need to make a big fuss It caught Luo Can's father's attention.

Just like every Omega marked by an Alpha, if the Alpha who marked him is not around all the time, or if he is around but unwilling to be comforted by pheromones, the Omega will feel unwell.Soothing can be directly releasing soft pheromones in the air for the other party to smell, or it can be achieved by giving the other party bodily fluids.

They are just the opposite.

He produced a drug that could mark Alpha a few months ago, and successfully applied it to Luo Can; but now Luo Can had to ask his permission even to touch him, even if he allowed the other party to mark himself, the other party would How could she not be willing to comfort him?

The school bell rang.

Zhou Sixia unlocked the phone, glanced at every word and punctuation mark in the text message, and stayed on the edge of the keyboard for a while with her fingers. Finally, she let the screen go dark automatically and pushed the phone back into the table.

[The author has something to say: Don't look at the fact that they are abusing now, they will be sweet in the future. 】