After admitting the wrong pheromone, I was obsessed with paranoia A

Love is also half and half.

Maybe not now, maybe in the future.

The two of them were in the empty corridor, which was nothing.

The two looked at each other in the strong wind, and there was everything here.

"Brother, I want to kiss you, can I?"

Wen Feng's voice pierced through the corridor, quietly looking at Ying Jiashu.

The sound of the wind is deliberately getting quieter at this moment, as if it is deliberately for people to hear the words clearly.

Ying Jiashu stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and was about to hold Wen Feng's hand. Wen Feng stared at Ying Jiashu with correct eyes, and then his hands were empty. Ying Jiashu took the test paper from him without hesitation, and then He walked into the classroom through the back door without looking back, and began to pack his schoolbag.

The meaning of rejection is obvious.

You say yours, I reject mine, it's none of my business.

Wen Feng: "??"

I thought that there was some campus-specific moving plot, but I almost forgot that Ying Jiashu was allergic to romance, which caused someone to howl in his heart.

Ying Jiashu closed the doors and windows of the classroom, and when he went out, he found that Wen Feng was still standing there, with his arms half-hanging and his mouth biting his nails. Ying Jiashu slapped the other person on the back of the head, "Let's go, Why are you in a daze. It’s going to rain if you don’t leave.”

"Isn't that good?"

Ying Jiashu paused, "What did you say?"

Wen Feng clicked his tongue, covered his face, then straightened his expression, and smiled at Ying Jiashu.

"Nothing, let's go."

Ying Jiashu looked at Wen Feng's figure returning to class, and always felt that there was something weird about this person.

-

This semester passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, half of the semester passed.

The teacher always gave lectures on the podium with smoke coming out of his throat. Every time Ying Jiashu decided to listen carefully to the class, he was hypnotized by the teacher to fall asleep, so that the teachers of all subjects would say "Which class does Li Chenggong open his eyes for more than 3 minutes? It means that this teacher really has something." Come and tease each other.

This class was taught by Wang Xiaoli. Ying Jiashu fell asleep early and was called up again after class.

"Brother, if I don't wake up, I'm going to kiss Sleeping Beauty lightly, okay?"

Ying Jiashu raised his eyes, Wen Feng put his hands on the edge of the window, bent down, and got very close to him.

"I don't want to be told by a person who is always called out and punished to stand."

"Hey, I want to see you—"

"That's not the reason for you to stand for punishment. Next time I'm called out, I'll go back to Nanpeng Bay."

This threat was very useful, Wen Feng immediately fell silent, but what Ying Jiashu saw was the smile on this man's face, a little too much.

"My brother will only treat me like this, I am so happy."

Ying Jiashu gave a pertinent evaluation, "Sick."

The class bell rang. This class is a physical education class with Class [-] and Class [-] combined. Of course, Class [-] and Class [-] are not the only ones attending PE class. Now that they are disbanded for free activities, someone has already discovered Ying Jiashu, and they are all secretly in the distance Onlookers.

Ying Jiashu didn't have much interest in ball games, he just sat quietly on the edge of the flower bed, crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and looked at someone who was shining brightly on the court.

"Fourth, pass the ball!"

"You pass it on to Mr. Feng, you idiot!"

"Forget forget, mine, mine."

"Mr. Feng, do you want a three-pointer?"

After receiving the ball, Wen Feng glanced subconsciously in the direction of the flower bed, Ying Jiashu raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth lightly raised, meaning, "Can you do it?"

Wen Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his smile became even bigger. Then he squatted down, his knees were slightly bent, and he stared forward. His legs suddenly exerted force, and he bounced high. He pushed the ball upwards with his arms, and flicked his wrists lightly towards the basket. The basket is sent, and the basketball enters the net.

Perfect three points.

"nice shot!"

"One day is like 24 hours. Mr. Feng is still stable."

The person who was surrounded by several people who praised him stood on the spot, looking straight at the person who was obviously a bit shriveled at the flower bed.

I just want your compliments.

Ying Jiashu was stunned for a second, then smiled and clapped his hands helplessly, and mouthed to Wen Feng.

"Great."

This time the other party was in a daze, Wen Feng saw Ying Jiashu's pink tongue that was inadvertently revealed when he opened his mouth, and Ying Jiashu looked at him with a lazy energy, he was inevitably excited.

So he walked towards the flower bed, and as soon as Wen Feng came over, those around Ying Jiashu dispersed.

"President Feng, don't you want to continue?"

"I'm not coming, I have a private matter."

Wen Feng waved his hand and lifted his sportswear to wipe the sweat off his head, causing many screams, except for Ying Jiashu who was looking at him.

A look of indifference.

Wen Feng almost always sat next to Ying Jiashu, and sat down next to Ying Jiashu. The heat wave after the exercise directly affected Ying Jiashu's senses. It was only at this time that Ying Jiashu noticed that the person beside him was too strong. muscle.

At least twice the size of his arm.

Look at him wearing a summer school uniform, there is still 8 cm of short-sleeve gap under the arm.

Ying Jiashu: "??"

NMD why.

Alpha's natural advantage?

Wen Feng on the side gradually became excited, and his face was stained red except for playing basketball.

Ah, his brother, staring at his body.

It's hard to beat and looks good.

That is his brother.

When Ying Jiashu was reflecting on the fact that he didn't eat enough, he suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

Wen Feng noticed the change in his mood immediately, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"I feel my mother coming."

Wen Feng: "Same as last time? The telepathy between your mother and child?"

"It's really convenient, and it can be predicted in advance."

"No, there is a shortcoming."

Ying Jiashu stood up, looked around, and finally saw the source of uneasiness downstairs in the teaching building.

Shi Nanqin came to Suide No. [-] Middle School again.

She noticed something and looked in the direction of the playground not far away.

The principal asked, "President Shi, what's wrong?"

Shi Nanqin replied with a smile, "Every time I come to school, I always feel that my son is there."

The principal smiled mischievously: "You and Mr. Ying's telepathy can be transmitted from Nuoer to Suide. It is indeed Mr. Shi and Mr. Ying."

Shi Nanqin avoided the topic: "There are less than two months left for the final exam, so focus on checking the results of this semester. You should have trusted you until the beginning, and don't do anything to disappoint me."

The principal smiled apologetically: "Yes, yes, that's natural. Mr. Shi, what are you doing on the playground?"

Shi Nanqin's feeling was too strong, she always felt that Ying Jiashu was looking at him somewhere in the playground just now.

Ever since Ying Jiashu was carelessly thrown away by her when she was a child, the telepathy between them has become stronger and stronger.

She walked to the playground, looked at the basketball court, and turned her head. There were scattered people sitting on the flower bed. She scanned them one by one, but found no one who looked like Ying Jiashu.

She just let out a sigh of relief, and the feeling in her heart struck again.

Ying Jiashu ran to the small garden at this time, and looked behind to make sure that Shi Nanqin was not there.

"One disadvantage is that my mother will also sense me."

As soon as the words fell, the headmaster's voice sounded, "Mr. Shi, what are you doing in the small garden?"

Ying Jiashu dragged Wen Feng and ran away.

Wen Feng: "This is a small shop, can your mother still find this?"

Principal: "Mr. Shi, these are healthy foods that won't cause any harm to the students' bodies."

Run to the venue where the show was performed last time.

Wen Feng: "Your mother can't find the conference venue, can she?"

Principal: "President Shi, the conference hall will not be open unless there are large-scale events."

Run to the show floor.

Wen Feng: "Will your mother still come here where she was last time? Let's continue to hide in the classroom last time? I'm more excited now—" Fen.

Principal: "Mr. Shi, the performance building is the teaching building for art students. The meeting will start in 10 minutes."

Run to the men's restroom on the fifth floor.

Wen Feng: "It's good here, it's safe here, and you can do some bad things."

Ying Jiashu stopped Wen Feng's dishonest hand, and listened intently to the commotion outside.

In 10 minutes, he went to four places in a row. No matter how strong his physical strength was, he was panting under pressure, listening to the sound of high heels approaching.

Wen Feng heard it too, and Ying Jiashu covered his mouth when he was about to speak, so he gave a silent thumbs up.

It's still a flower for your mother and son to play with.

The principal saw Shi Nanqin stop in front of the men's restroom on the fifth floor. He wanted to cry but was out of breath, and said, "Mr. Shi, really, there are still 5 minutes to start. Mr. Ying, why are you here? Woolen cloth?"

Shi Nanqin smiled and stepped in.

"What are you talking about, isn't my precious son here?"

The sound of high heels stopped in the last cubicle, Ying Jiashu closed his eyes, and there was a light knock on the door.

"Jiajia, are you here?"

The author says:

It's almost over, and I'm going to start slowly closing the line QAQ;

I have to go back and look at some foreshadowing I wrote before (are you foreshadowing?);

Anyway, it's starting to wrap up--