After awakening the evil god, it was marked

I already have an omega I like.

Yan Hui spoke very easily, but the expressions of the others were instantly dull.

The tears that Meng Qianlin had just wiped away flowed down again, his eyes were lifeless, without a trace of light.

The music just played to the gap between the two songs, and the whole private room fell into a deathly silence.

Yan Zhijin's palms oozed a thin layer of sweat.

Fortunately, the light in the private room was not good, so the others could not see that Yan Hui was holding his hand.

But he still felt the blood rushing to his brain, and there was a buzzing in his brain.

Yan Hui looked at the others calmly and said, "I already have an omega I like, so I can't get too close to other omega."

Shocked, He Jiayun lost his grip, and the microphone fell to the ground, emitting a piercing electrical sound.

Everyone covered their ears.

She quickly turned off the microphone and lowered the volume of the music accompaniment.

Soothing music flows in the private room.

She shivered cleverly: "Then...then you have a good virtue."

Yan Hui nodded seriously, agreeing with her statement.

He Jiayun's face twisted slightly.

Dude, he meant it.

She had meant to be joking.

The others gradually reacted because of the loud noise.

Someone joked: "When did it happen? It's hidden deep enough. I haven't seen you mention it in the past few days since you came here."

Yan Hui said humbly: "At the institute, of course, the scientific research task is the most important thing, and these personal affairs cannot be allowed to affect the work."

"Who? From our school, or did you know him before?"

Yan Zhijin grasped Yan Hui's hand tightly.

Yan Hui squeezed his hand reassuringly, pretending to be mysterious: "Keep secret."

"what?"

"Actually, he hasn't promised me yet, so it's inconvenient for me to mention him outside."

The researcher who asked the question widened his eyes, disappointed: "Huh? So you still have a crush?"

"Well," Yan Hui replied generously without the bitterness and inferiority of a humble crush, "but I believe that day will come soon."

Yan Zhijin lowered his eyebrows and counted the number of ice cubes in the wine glass.

"Then work hard!" the researcher casually encouraged, and then chatted with his companions about other things.

A crush who doesn't even know the partner is not as interesting as a successful relationship.Everyone's attention was concentrated by Yan Hui's words, and then dispersed to different topics.

Fang Mian, He Jiayun and other researchers who are more comforting are by Meng Qianlin's side, comforting and enlightening him.

Yan Zhijin took his hand away from Yan Hui's, soaked the tissue in water, and pretended to calmly wipe the sweat off his palm.

Yan Hui didn't stop him, he pulled out his hand lightly, and it went so smoothly that it felt unreal.

"Should I be rewarded?" Yan Hui put his hands next to his ears and asked softly.

Yan Zhijin only felt a feather sweeping back and forth on the pinnae of his ear, itching and cool, which was in stark contrast to the original temperature of the ear.He almost tore up the paper to wipe his hands, glanced at the person beside him, and asked, "What reward?"

"The reward for keeping the virtue." Yan Hui said expectantly.

"..." Yan Zhijin threw the crumpled tissue into the trash can, "No!"

"Oh." Yan Hui was a little disappointed.

He Jiayun was persuading Meng Qianlin earnestly: "Aren't there many good alphas? There are plenty of good-looking, well-educated, rich families. Since he has someone he likes, let's change it."

Meng Qianlin said stubbornly: "But that's not him, I only like him."

"But...but he has someone he likes, no matter how much you like it, there will be no results." He Jiayun's facial features twisted together, "It's better to let yourself go, and let others go too."

"They're not together yet." Meng Qianlin's eyes lit up with fiery sparks, staring at Yan Zhijin not far away.

Yan Zhijin felt something and turned to look at him.

"As long as you haven't reached the mark, you still have a chance," Meng Qianlin said with his lips parted, "Even if the mark is formed, it can't be changed."

He bites every word very hard, as if he is making a declaration of war.

"It's not what he likes now, but what suits him best. He will gradually know who is the right choice."

He smiled slowly, with sharp hatred and paranoia rolling in his eyes.

Like a proud peacock, he spread his tail feathers to show his enemies.

"Is there really no reward?" Yan Hui was full of regret, and confirmed to Yan Zhijin again.

"...Yes." Yan Zhijin's gaze briefly met Meng Qianlin's, and he quickly moved away, uttering a word softly.

Yan Hui was quiet for a while, then smiled narrowly, and asked tentatively, "Really?"

"Yes." Yan Zhijin replied simply.

He asked the waiter for a glass of wine.

The wine is a cocktail, freshly blended, and it is worth a lot just by looking at it. Under the light of the private room, it looks even more colorful.

He raised his chin, revealing his graceful neck, took a sip, and his cheeks were stained with a hint of drunkenness.

In the past, his firm and clear eyes were slightly blurred because of the alcohol.With a faint smile on his lips, he pushed Yan Hui's fingers away, put the wine glass in his hand, and closed his fingers one by one.

"Please drink."

Yan Hui's eyes instantly became hot.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if suppressing some kind of impulse in this way.

There are still unclear lip marks on the wine glass, constantly tempting people to imagine how his former owner sipped the wine in small sips, and how he gradually forgot his reason under the influence of alcohol.

"Give me... a drink?"

"Don't you want to drink?" Yan Zhijin gestured to take the wine away.

Yan Hui took a deep look at him, took his hand behind his back, and just on his hand, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

The knuckles of his fingers turned white and made a cracking sound, as if they were about to crush his fingers.

But Yan Zhijin didn't struggle, and didn't even frown.

The crystal clear wine dripped down the side of the glass, leaving cold and wet traces on the fingers.

Yan Hui lowered his head, and elegantly wiped away the liquid entangled in the corners with the tip of his tongue.

In the dim private room, two hostile eyes shot at them.

One is from Meng Qianlin, and the other is from Zhou Hanguang.

Meng Qianlin's is anger, Zhou Hanguang's is savagery.

Yan Zhijin saw it all.

He put the empty wine glass on the table: "Let's go home."

***

After the KTV incident, Meng Qianlin stopped visiting the institute frequently.

But he obviously didn't give up. Yan Zhijin could often see him chatting and laughing with other researchers of the institute, casually mentioning Yan Hui from time to time, and in the name of inviting other researchers of the institute, ask Yan Hui to go to the exhibition.

Occasionally ran into Yan Hui, and never took his eyes off him.

Yan Hui had no interest in his invitation, and directly used mind control to make him leave on his own when he was upset.

Yan Hui finally got his wish and continued to participate in the experiment.

In fact, Yan Zhijin didn't care so much about his own interference with the experiment - he just set up a control group to see how much impact he would have on the creatures when he didn't take the initiative to interfere.

Zhou Hanguang was very dissatisfied with this, but there was nothing he could do.

"Professor, I think we can try to extract the ingredients that can strengthen the physique of mice from the venom of the 'beetle'." Holding a stack of data, Zhou Hanguang suggested, "Although we still don't know how it works. "

Yan Zhijin gave a "hmm" and was still reading the experiment report in his hand.

Zhou Hanguang continued to persuade: "If this research is successful, the entire human race will enter a new realm."

Yan Zhijin didn't answer right away, as if he wasn't very interested in this topic.

Zhou Hanguang was a little disappointed.

Yan Hui raised his eyelids, and asked casually, "Why don't you think about it, is it adding something?"

"Are you finding fault?" Zhou Hanguang gritted his teeth.

Yan Hui shrugged his shoulders and asked pointedly: "Have you ever thought about the possibility that the ingredients that cause death are the same as the ones that improve their physical fitness?"

"Do not argue."

"Professor," a researcher pointed his head and said, "a student is looking for you."

"Let him in."

Zhou Hanguang and Yan Hui temporarily stopped their quarrel and started to fight each other.

A tall, thin boy came in, Yan Zhijin felt a little out of place when he saw him.

He has no energy, his eye sockets are sunken, and the fundus of his eyes is black and blue. His whole figure is like a withered lotus leaf, lifeless, and his figure is too thin compared to the average alpha.

He looked very strange, he didn't seem to be a student of the college, he seemed to have only attended a few classes.

"what's up?"

"Professor," the boy raised his ashen face and said dully, "The two snakes you caught last time are mine. Can I take them back?"

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