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After returning home for dinner, Meng Yinan sat in Mu Zhanxi's room and waited for him to come back.

Recently, the two of them didn't go to the study on the third floor very much. It's not that the study is not good. The location there is spacious and more suitable for doing homework together, but Mu Zhanxi never mentioned it, and neither did Meng Yinan. In Mu Zhanxi's room on the second floor, there seemed to be a tacit understanding.

Meng Yinan likes to nest in the corner where the bed and the table meet.

The side of the table is sealed, and he can't put his legs down when he sits there, so he usually sits cross-legged on the bed, which is inconvenient to be honest, and he has to change his position after sitting for a while.

But Meng Yinan changed his sitting posture very naturally. Sometimes he hugged his knees and rested his chin on his knees to read the collection of questions on the table, lazily writing with a pen, and sometimes leaned back against the quilt, holding a book and reciting the text , make a very leisurely look, no need to move elsewhere.

Mu Zhanxi sat at the desk all the time, and was very serious when studying, and could keep a posture for a long time without moving.

Every day after meals, Mu Zhanxi would tidy up in the kitchen and go upstairs with two drinks.Sometimes it is milk, sometimes it is honey water, or it is homemade milk tea or beverage, most of which are warm and not too cold.

Meng Yinan nestled in the corner and looked at his mobile phone. After waiting for a while, he thought it was time for Mu Zhanxi to come up. After a while, he heard footsteps.

Mu Zhanxi pushed the door open with his elbow, put the juice on the table, then took out the books to be used, and moved them to the left side to make room for a small table for Meng Yinan.

Meng Yinan also had a lot of homework today. Ever since he transferred, he had a lot of new papers every day.He is actually not slow in writing questions, he can complete a paper half an hour earlier than the stipulated time, but it does not mean that he can concentrate all the time.

Without the pressure and motivation brought by exams and class transfers, Meng Yinan is just a 15-year-old kid.Good grades don't mean he won't go on errands, especially if he studies hard at school during the day and then wants to relax when he goes home.

Maybe he can read books at ease in his own room, but sitting next to Mu Zhanxi and facing a lot of papers, it is inevitable that he will feel tired and distracted from time to time with his brother.

It was the third time that night that he lay his pillow on his arm and watched Mu Zhanxi in a daze, before Mu Zhanxi finally dropped his pen and turned to look at him.

Meng Yinan blinked innocently, and said with little regret, "I'm tired."

Mu Zhanxi turned to look at his watch, remained silent for a moment, and mercilessly exposed him: "Half an hour, tired three times."

In the end, I still saved a little face for him, and didn't say "10 minutes each time".

Meng Yinan was still lying on his stomach, and raised his eyelids to look at him: "Brother, there are a lot of homework, so I don't want to write it anymore."

If I had to say it, Meng Yinan studied with both hard work and talent.He is indeed very smart. He can quickly understand the questions with a little click, and he can also work hard to solve the questions, so his grades will not be bad.

But all of the above was done on his own initiative.

Like all children, it will not be so tiring to take the initiative to do something, and you can plan well, plan how many questions to write, and when to rest.But the homework is passive, and the teacher assigns it and requires it to be completed. Seeing so many questions that seem to be impossible to finish, Meng Yinan also feels helpless.

People will always be lazy and lazy, and Meng Yinan is no exception.

So Mu Zhanxi turned around and said, "Then I'll accompany you to learn. What are you going to do now?"

Meng Yinan was still resting on his arm, and was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, before sitting up: "How can you accompany me, I'm reciting a book."

In fact, I just put the book on the table and didn't read a word for half an hour.

Mu Zhanxi said "Yes", took the book away from the table, glanced at it casually, read the title of the text, and asked Meng Yinan, "Is this this? Recite the whole text?"

Meng Yinan nodded.

"Okay," Mu Zhanxi stood up, walked to the bed in one step, sat less than one meter away from Meng Yinan, and said in a very normal tone, "Go ahead."

"..." Meng Yinan looked at him, not knowing what to say, and finally admitted honestly, "I haven't read it carefully, and haven't memorized it."

But Mu Zhanxi was unmoved and turned into a serious teacher, unkindly asking students to recite passages that they hadn't memorized at all.

Meng Yinan had no choice but to sit up straight unconsciously, so he had to recite the first sentence.

Mu Zhanxi hummed and asked, "That's it?"

Meng Yinan thought, why do you ask the question knowingly.But he still replied obediently: "That's it."

"Well, what I recited earlier is correct." Mu Zhanxi said.

Meng Yinan just laughed, and only recited a sentence, not ten words, of course they are all correct.

When he aroused a little interest, he heard Mu Zhanxi read the second sentence as a reminder.

Meng Yinan followed suit with the second sentence.

Then Mu Zhanxi read another sentence slowly, and Meng Yinan tacitly followed him to repeat.

In this way, within a few minutes, the article was read to the end by the two in tandem.

After reading the last sentence, Mu Zhanxi finally looked away from the book and landed on Meng Yinan.His gaze has always been light and light, weightless, and impossible to ignore.

For some reason, there is a very faint smell of rosin in the room, which is fresh and slightly bitter, as if you are in a mountain, and the mountain wind brings fine snow foam and a faint woody aroma.

Maybe it's not the smell, Meng Yinan thought. He always felt that he had smelled or felt such a smell before, but he couldn't remember clearly.

In fact, there was nothing related to this smell in the room, but Meng Yinan thought that this smell should appear in Mu Zhanxi's room.

It seems that it belongs to Mu Zhanxi, so it will not be obtrusive.

"Going away again."

Just thinking that way, Meng Yinan subconsciously closed his eyes when he saw a shadow covering him from the corner of his eye.Then something lightly touched his head, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Zhanxi closed the book and holding it in his hands, a look of amusement flashed in his eyes.

Mu Zhanxi tapped him on the head with the book, returned the book to him, and said, "Have you memorized the text?"

Meng Yinan thought for a while, and thought that he should tell the truth, and said, "No."

Mu Zhanxi said yes, and then asked, "Do you want me to recite it for you?"

It turns out that I just recited it all over again.Meng Yinan realized that it was very interesting, smiled, and honestly said his thoughts, and said, "I'm relatively stupid, maybe I can't memorize it again."

Mu Zhanxi looked at him, and after a while, said slowly, "Meng Yinan, don't push yourself too hard."

Even though he said so, his tone was very gentle, and he stroked Meng Yinan's head with his hand, like a small animal that had just been mischievous.

When Mu Zhanxi raised his hand, the slightly bitter rosin smell seemed to float over again.

He couldn't tell what was going on, but Meng Yinan always felt the glands on the back of his neck twitching slightly, which was a rare feeling, as if something was about to move and break out of the ground.

Almost at the same time, he frowned subconsciously, waiting for the throbbing feeling to pass.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhanxi withdrew his hand and looked at his expression.

"Well, it's okay." Meng Yinan hesitated, "It just feels like the gland just jumped."

Mu Zhanxi was stunned, and asked Meng Yinan to turn his back to him, then lowered his head, put his fingers on the side of his neck, and gently fixed Meng Yinan's neck to keep him still, just like when he applied the medicine before , carefully and carefully inspect Meng Yinan's glands.

During this period, Meng Yinan kept his head down, and it took a while before he felt the hand on the side of his neck gently press him, and then left.

Meng Yinan couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Mu Zhanxi said. "It happens sometimes during puberty, but there is no abnormality on the surface of the gland, so it shouldn't be a big problem. I'll ask the doctor later to see if an examination is needed."

While saying this, he got up and went to the window, and opened it.

The weather in mid-November was already very cold, and the wind blowing in carried the coolness of late autumn, which made the already faint scent of pine in the house even weaker and more difficult to catch.

After Mu Zhanxi opened the window, he went to the closet again, took out a coat from it, and handed it to Meng Yinan to put it on, so as not to catch a cold and get sick.

Afterwards, he sat on the chair in front of the table, and did not try to get closer to the bed, keeping a certain distance from Meng Yinan.

He said, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

Meng Yinan said yes obediently, and then obediently picked up the pen, and stopped coquettishly, saying that there was a lot of homework and he didn't want to write it.

But in fact, he didn't take it very seriously, he just thought while writing the question, the smell just now was not a certain smell in the room, but Alpha's pheromone.

Pheromones.

A term that is very close to Meng Yinan, but also very far away.

Meng Yinan has seen Meng Du bring a partner of a certain period to the house many times, to spend the Omega's thirst/estrus period together.

Pheromone will turn people into irrational beasts.

Whether it's an Alpha or an Omega, they will be addicted to that smell like crazy. They entangle and fight on the bed, making sweet, slutty voices, and their bodies and breaths blend together, insatiable.

Meng Yinan bumped into them many times by accident. At first, he didn't know what they were doing. He felt panicked and didn't know what to do. He tried to distinguish whether it was some kind of fight or whether he needed to call the police.

Later, when I grew up, I understood what it was doing, so I felt uncomfortable, and that discomfort changed with age into nausea and nausea.

His glands are not developed or differentiated, and he doesn't belong to Alpha or Omega. If he can't feel pheromone, he will inevitably think that it is nothingness.

And Omega went crazy for such nothingness, his eyesight was slack, he couldn't control himself, he repeatedly longed to be penetrated and filled, and it would last for several days in severe cases, becoming crazy and losing his decent appearance.

It made Meng Yinan both disgusted and frightened.

Perhaps it was because Meng Yinan's complexion was bad, he heard Mu Zhanxi call his name several times, and slowly pulled him out of his memory and brought him back to reality.

Mu Zhanxi looked at him, without leaning over, his eyes fell heavily on him, and asked him, "Are you okay?"

Meng Yinan was stunned, and after waiting for a long time to fully recover, he gave a low hum.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable," Mu Zhanxi said again, as if worried that Meng Yinan would suffer the discomfort alone, and told him, "Don't think too much about it."

He probably thought that Meng Yinan was worried about differentiation and felt uneasy about unknown physiological changes, so he comforted him softly, saying that he didn't need to worry about the glands, as long as he sought medical treatment in time, it wouldn't cause any harm to his body, so he didn't need to worry too much.

But Meng Yinan was thinking that Mu Zhanxi and Meng Du were different.

Even if the glands were not well developed and it was not clear what kind of smell Meng Du had, Meng Yinan thought it must be a disgustingly sweet smell, completely different from Mu Zhanxi.

Perhaps comparing Mu Zhanxi and Meng Du together was extremely rude, so Meng Yinan said sorry to Mu Zhanxi in his heart.

After waiting, he thought again, if he didn't talk about the glands just now, Mu Zhanxi wouldn't stay some distance away, maybe he would still be sitting by the bed, touching / within reach.

Even though Alpha and Omega are annoying, Meng Yinan still thinks that Mu Zhanxi, who has a faint scent of pine and cypress, is different from them.